| We are all comatose. |
| We are overfed and under… undernourished,
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| yearning for something more.
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| Never starving yet never quite satisfied. |
| Carnal but without useful flesh or mind. |
| Yeah…
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| I am a walking contradiction that’s found consistency
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| Consuming everything, all without producing sustenance.
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| In the parallels we struggle… struggle to upkeep, there is a better way for
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| us to be set free.
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| From all it is we crave, there must be more to life than to simply stay alive…
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| to simply stay alive.
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| We are not the same as I hope to show. |
| There is a better way if we just let go.
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| We are not… we are not the same. |
| We are not… we are not the same. |
| Let go…
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| In the tension between devouring want or simple need
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| It’s clear the only lines between the ones we preserve.
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| We are not the same as I hope to show. |
| There is a better way if we just let go.
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| We are not… we are not the same. |
| We are not… we are not the same.
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| Let go… We are not the same.
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| And in the parallels we struggle to upkeep,
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| There’s a better way for us to be… for us to be set free.
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| And in the parallels (parallels) we struggle to upkeep (struggle to upkeep),
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| There’s a better way for us to be… for us to be set free |