Today, destruction. Tomorrow, chaos.
Saving lives with bullets.
Fear the sunlight.
Conversations with empty voles.
A Phantom Moon.
This is the nector of whats behind tomorrow.
Ill Starve.
Is it any wonder I can't sleep?
All I have is all you gave to me
Is it any wonder I found peace through you?
Turn to the gates of heaven, to myself be damned
Turn away
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