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Break the frame
Let's go fucking insane
Play the game
Let's find out how many people we can fit in this frame

Too many people live their lives on a straight line
Too many people think it's not a waste of their time
Toxic and energy on comfort and things that aren't worth shit at all

In reality there is nothing that belongs to us (it belongs to the universe)
We can't own anything but our heads (we can't own anything)
That's why that great feeling never last (that's why we traded in the past)
Consume something that is not food, feed the mouths that are always hungry
We will fall out from the universe (we fall out from the basics)

Make a frame
Let's paint it insane
Own the game
Let's find out how few people we can fit in this frame

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