Walk along the tight-rope,
Do it with my eyes closed. Tip toe, dancing in limbo
Gotta get it right though,
I don't wanna die slow, Indo smoke hit my windows
Movin like a cyclone,
Remove the blindfold, windows feel like my kinfolk
Mind of a psycho, body like a silo. info always stay crypto
Lookin in the depths is like lookin into yourself
There's nothin left, Not the dark or the light, or the life or death
I could never unsee the things that I've seen again
And time again I feel distracted by things that I can't prevent
Now it's time for the death of traditions
Play my position as the reaper, the teacher of quantum physics
I just listen and observe all the minutes that they are spending
While preventing the catastrophe from breaching through my mental
I don't need anything, anything,
Anything, anything, anything, anything
I can want anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything
I don't need anything, anything,
Anything, anything, anything, anything
I can want anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything
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