Give in to the sound

Imaginary 8and of Voices

Black magnetic sun

Voices of the ego, go faster and faster

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Disappearing in abstraction

Where bodies fall on intersections

My truth was all a lie

I've seen the other side

An orb of sound like clay in my hands

We're running out of time my baby

A fascination a sickness

When darkness engulfs and takes a hold of my mind

My flame is my disease

No one said that it'd be easy

An army marching with no one to lead it

Illuminate the night already

At times

I feel paralyzed

I try

Just hope it's not too late

I want to communicate

Can you hear me

Can you hear me

Can you hear me

Can you hear me

Can you hear me

Can you hear me

CAN YOU hear me

CAN YOU HEAR ME