In the slipstream, of thoughtless thoughts
The light of all that's good, the light of all that's true. To the fringes gladly, i walk unadorned w ith gods and their creations w ith filth and disease. With seashell hissing lullabyes a nd whispers fathomed deep inside my own,
Hidden thoughts and alibis m y secret thoughts come alive
without a care in this whole world w ithout a care in this life
It's what you take that makes it right.
And in my mind I'm everyone.
In my mind I'm everyone of you.
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