it's been a long time since I wrote anything down my ambition, it took over and I looked at others to put things right
I can't believe that after all the progress I've made I fell deeper in the coma but I think I'm starting to take some breath
but every time that I wake it's like I only wake into a dream and everything that I break reforms itself it reforms itself, it reforms itself and everything that I lose gets found again and dusts itself off clean and every time that I choose I forget again I forget again, I forget again
have I been lying all this time to keep myself stuck? I've been nowhere, I've done nothing I've been talking to myself for so long
and is my music only a way for me to ignore? that my freedom is my wisdom is my movement is my kingdom and my kingdom is dependant on a treason so resplendant that it lights up every corner every liar every mourner every cancer every injured every killer every hindered every believer every denier every consumer every buyer
but every time that I wake it's like I only wake into a dream everything that I break reforms itself it reforms itself, it reforms itself and everything that I lose gets found again and dusts itself off clean and every time that I choose I forget again I forget again, I forget again
every time that I wake it's like I only wake into a dream and everything that I break reforms itself it reforms itself, it reforms itself and everything that I lose gets found again and dusts itself off clean and every time that I choose I forget again I forget again, I forget again