How could I feel that we're in condition to get along
Impending a suffocating fight
Outside is appealing
Feeling like we feel
Connected in a cloud of "let's lost"
Time fits to find we've extended everything
Spread thin accomplishing nothing right
Each time we're colliding
Feeling like we've killed
The focus of a time thats been lost
Let's distinguish when connection falls away
Finding a decision when our senses run away
Feels like we sing with open stomachs hanging
To feed upon the challenge of consumption
In this optimistic
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