For whom I live you ask?
I wish I could, I wish I would be the vast
For whom I live you ask?
I wish I could, I wish you wouldn’t ask
For whom I live you ask?
I’m not a servant, I’m the task
I’m not alive, I’m just patroling the sideline
I see us beeing brothers in another time
Maybe when our condition will sublime
We become a tapestry of undone crimes
The angels are full of mischief,
what seems to be an every servants disease,
do you taste the sweetness on the tip of your tongue? it is called believe
It lifts you from your feet,
Anteaus has lost his ground
You admit defeat
And Heracles turns into the heads of the hellhound
When you realize the kosmos doesn’t give a fuck, you finally undestand Heisenberg’s Quantum Flux.
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