Take a walk down a cracked city street and realize that life around you is abundant
Now, you can take out your metal ribs Mr. unitas
So much steel cannot protect your heart when you see all that is pretty, but, hardly anything so beautiful it can pierce your bulletproof hide
I believe nietzche now and i'm not going to die weak
Pretending that I'm alive and always not ever actually living
We hear what we want
We've lost just as much
It's nothing until we can sing it's truth

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