Where are we going
Gather up all the
Shivered up mistakes
Afraid of the unknowing
Bleached haze yet remains
( well Run )
If I go down this hole
Midnight antics
Young liberation
Summer Moons that suck up the sky
All that remains will eventually die
( well Run )
If I go down this hole
Where are we going
Lost myself several times this day
where are we going
where I shall remain

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