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504 PLAN >> Merchandise Links
504 PLAN
Infected deep inside, prosthetic light, falls over my eyes, and these words were spoke in fear, catacombs of rotten smiles, did i mention that im real, all this light shines through me, i ride reflections in your eyes, and notice im not broken, happiness was linked with pain, cancer made me do this, fields of fallen angels cry, while i was singing, break these walls, i break my hands, the lies that ive been told again, elastic feelings tend to snap and then break, the world burned down without my help
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