Текст песни
Did
we
also
lower
us
to
the
point
of
explanations?
She
came
simultaneously
melting
into
your
fingers
Pulled
up
to
a
comfort
disappearing
exquisitely
Away
from
a
new
light
A
circle
in
which
I
am
dying
An
exit,
a
solution
to
a
crossword
Of
people
who
if
they
knew
their
screams
Would
follow
to
death's
end
Just
the
same
would
scream
at
the
pain
A
nuanced
shade
in
a
black
and
white
picture
Which
has
been
deprived
of
its
grayscale
A
painfully
annoying
laughter
and
existence
Lies
down
my
spine
and
empowers
me
A
permanent
background
noise
Fanning
strong
disturbance
from
outside
Frequencing,
giving
nether
Sound
of
the
grayscale
Return
A
circle
in
which
I
am
dying
An
exit,
a
solution
to
a
crossword
Of
people
who
if
they
knew
their
screams
Would
follow
to
death's
end
Just
the
same
would
scream
at
the
pain
We
are
the
source
of
complexity
in
being
Composers
of
reality,
multiple
and
none
Observers
of
the
future,
present
and
past
Prepare
to
encounter
We
are
We
are
the
none
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