I just waved good-bye to the past that I survived.
Nothing much left to say, except… I must face myself.
There’s a slow hand coming down on me now; I can see it in the clouds.
I could run, I could… I could hide… let this build inside.
I loathe you, I adore you and need you beside me.
I want you next to me, need to be… inside you.

Maybe just intellectual intercourse, plutocrasy and puissance.
Maybe just let them steer the course, suffocate on their ignorance.

Don’t let this build inside…

What should I, what should I… what should I have done?
Where should I, where should I… where should I have gone?
Should I just, should I just… run and hide?
Should I just, should I just… run and hide?
Live a lie, live a lie… let this build inside…
Live a lie, live a lie… let this build inside…

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