Every minute this minute is different
Saturday, February 03, 2018
something almost with sense
* They're stepping out of the mu(a)d
Lifting their heavy wings,
Supersitions rising
Nightmare streets
See, there's only one thing we could be
Drugged minds
Full of dreams
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