I can't fight the daylight
lose or win I'm in the spin of a world that doesn't spin right
hold tight
onto an insanity that screams to humanity in the night life
bring you strife to the edge of an end
to fix a starving trend
artistry crafting a model of the universe that looks perverse to the naked eye
why should I disguise the skies of a youth movement
through a string of tomorrows that defines the mind of the
hopeless
I can fight the moonlight
and win again against the inside of the mind of omniscience
I can never sin
against the divine that resides within the internal convolutions
of a mind that is yet to find one infallible truth
and dilutes the eternal to a set of ultimatums
determined by processing the infernal emotions
of a bleeding heart that is bound to makes some things change!
SOUND STRANGE?
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