Hectoliters - An Epiphany's Formula

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Follow my pace I got nothing to say If these ropes are my ears then I'm deaf In for a game Anything but my threads There are glitches all over my face Treat me like dust There's no me, only us Without you I am nothing but rust If it's all fake Keep me last in this race I won't live in a world so inhumane But I love I hate I hope I cry I scream and fight I'd rather know and feed my thoughts But damn I'm so fed up And then I feel I overthink I grief I feel my skin, my nerves, my fears take light My eyes go blind My soul is overdosing till I die Follow my pace I got nothing to say If these ropes are my ears then I'm deaf In for a game Anything but my threads There are glitches all over my face Treat me like dust There's no me, only us Without you I am nothing but rust If it's all fake Keep me last in this race I won't live in a world so inhumane Treat me like dust There's no me, only us Without you I am nothing but rust If it's all fake Keep me last in this race I won't live in a world so inhumane
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