going to make you fail me call it what you want playing over-information i should be shouting but words don't come caught sickened sweet this world grows colder all more standard, polar consuming empty me moving through freedom rain ripped sky this world so sickened sweet on me sigh a gray today pressure running mental you live for this i can't believe better to taste a silent treat fighting needle cold temper this life sickened sweet my courage growing faster seating suiting action good hand reading tension all lines sickened sweet a tight-grip smarter piece of me what a half-hour can't concieve where the might of nations sweep it clean to a high-bed picture on your feet this light sickened sweet you see of parents' honor of the righteous heat answer this call on me pushing failure so sweet farther from you damn neutral me
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