I can touch the sky with the tip of my hands and foretell many many things
The moment you demanded some serious untruths back down the cynical road
At the risk of ridicule and pain my ears blink and rise at a respectable hour
Something's concentrating on the shape of your face
Then it's strained.

The space you occupy is beautified mastering the art of war
As if in conjunction with the speed of the poor control the movements of me.
I remember when I didn't smile or dance on the face of the earth
She can find time for fraudulent fun just when you're next to the scream

I've expelled every atom you laid hands on, the tables and chairs are mute.
Fisheyes project anyone else but I don't really have to move
If developed correctly the force will indulge you to lose your point of will
Really let's face it, you're a heretic I get along with
Anyway I can't take a winner.

There are ninety-seven sides to everything
A girl who no longer is with us
You see everything has ninety-seven sides
A girl who no longer is with us.
Go down.


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