The reckless hunger grows.
Inside of the mind's lore.
The frame has been broken by the hand of moon.
Endless beams of sorrow enlighten the room.
A crack in the sky I see, again the passion grows.
No comprehension within the body, the spirit moans.
The reckless hunger grows.
Inside of the mind's lore.
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