WE ARE THE BELOVED SONS BUT WE SHINE LIKE DEAD SUNS GIVE US TOO MUCH ROPE AND WE FUCK IT UP THE WORLD KEEPS DIVING AND WE DONT GIVE A FUCK CAUSE WE CAN CHOOSE STRAIGHT FROM HATE TO LOVE AND TRY TO LOOK AT YOURSELF WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? A SUPERSTAR??? WHO IS TRYING TO ESCAPE BUT FROM WHOM... YOUR OWN TOMB? IF THE PAIN, AND THE SIN, AND THE CHILLY WIND STING, AND THE SOUL, AND THE HOPE, AND WORLDS TO COLD, CHOOSE... IF THE MOOD, AND THE FRUIT AND LIFES MUTE, AND THE LOVE, AND THE SUN, AND THE BLOOD IN THE VEINS ARE GONE CHOOSE CATHARSIS OR BREATH THE AIR AND TRY TO TAKE CARE DONT SET YOUR CONTROL ON FIRE THEN LIFE WILL FEEL A BIT LIGHTER AND YOULL SOON BE A BIT BRIGHTER AND A BILLION TIMES TALLER... AND A MILLION TIMES SMALLER...
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