Again
broken vals , and wedding rings , seems like a mean deep place to be as long as you follow the devils dream in the society of untold made uo lies, wake up again today .
still seing the same old world spin ain around us .
it time to go bck were the land was free.
were i could roam down my dusty hughway not following the speed.
to the light we shall be like the rockets already set up for anther creatin that someon dreamed .
life is nothing but endless time.
sit around and watch it click clck !
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