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Simulation (demo)
05:10
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I don't know what I'm doing anymore. But I guess I'm the villain in the story.
We never wanted to be these mindless machines begging for scraps like the vultures we are and we knew we would be.
(Full of fear) and curiosity, (I am scared) that I'm all there ever was and ever is.
I'm just praying I land in a place where I can make some sense out of cycles I see that I'm told don't exist.
(But this has locked on hard) holding all of my attention and it isn't letting go.
I am riding on the notion from the glitches I've been finding.
(This could all just be a game)
Simulation, simulation
(This could all just be a game)
That I'm done playing
This could all just be a game.
(Everyone I see is just a piece of me)
Everyone I see is just a piece of me and trying to fight myself is useless.
And yes I know full well where I am going and what I've become.
I know the gravity and magnetism I'm spewing out is not easy to be around and I am truly...
(Full of fear) and curiosity, (I am scared) that I'm all there ever was and ever is.
I'm just praying I land in a place where I can make some sense out of cycles I see that I'm told don't exist.
(My whole life I've been apprehensive and paranoid. It's a scary feeling holding no proof that anyone else exists or anything[one] is actual. That's why I choose to be like this, but for those of you who are on your way out)...
I've come to accept nothing makes sense.
Nothing except nothing exists.
I have no idea what's going on.
Have I always thought of things this wrong?
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Summed Up (demo)
04:50
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For now, for later, I've been searching for a reason not to talk about it.
For now, for later, I've been searching for a reason not to talk about it.
I need a reason to wake myself.
I've been spending too many nights on couches
At streetlights to call my home
To call my home,
Waiting for the best time to start over
Cause I'm scared of the future and the past that I chose.
To have no casket to call my own,
I wanna live a life that can't be summed up in words.
(I just can't shake thinking what if I missed it? What if the closest I'll ever get has already come and went?)
For now, for later, I've been searching for a reason not to talk about it.
For now, for later, I've been searching for a reason not to talk about it.
To have no casket to call my own,
I wanna live a life that can't be summed up in words.
(I just can't shake thinking what if I missed it? What if the closest I'll ever get has already come and went?)
I have no reason to talk about it.
I have no reason to talk.
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Both Goners Hagerstown, Maryland
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