Nobody feel their presence nobody
Hear their light equation of illusion
A spider with a fly the sun is going
Down all senses ready to feel the
Eyes of the few know real no nails
Can stop them now there's no jesus
That wants to die the prophecies
They're screaming no voice for
Whose that die you number will be
Selected it doesn't mean your rights
Nobody trust their senses nobody
Gives you a chance but in the deepest
Rivers nobody knows what happens
Beyojnd the schelmes of life after the
Ark there's light the everlasting cycle
The dream of human eyes

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