We stare at the sun, until it blinds us.
No room for responsibility,
Too busy buying lies.
And this claustrophobia will
Choke us, every time we
I've developed a fear for
Everything, a fear for openness.
I slowly
Start to hope.
As the sky turns red,
As the snow melts in our hands
Tears will lead us in,
And keep us warm and safe again And I will leave you
With just a word,
A word that literally describes everything

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