Mind Imogine figures inclined to exist
Creating the universe
Soul growing think 5eeds unwraps ihe focal point
Driven by an endless thirst
Periphery is calling, it's time to come down
But Cm a million dreams away
A knife against my throat
What difference will that make
I'm just like you
I never find what I'm searching
I am the week one
Who always ends up hurting
I'm just like you
I never know when I'm hurting
I am the week one
Who always ends up searching