confide in my lie for now, so we can make it rhyme...just in time.
here are my paper wings so we can try to fly, towards the light.
never feeling like taking breaks
Gather around and see how he walls come crumbling ...
down, I start over by collecting bones again
around the shrine the pagans gather for a tribal rite, lower skies.
we're rebuilding a skeleton, now turn the power on and watch him go.
hey, maybe I just need a break!
I might as well come clean now
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