Like a hamster on a wheel
Running 'round and 'round
And 'round towards a big crowd
I was not living my true
Provoked my own death
Was a type of suicide
It is tragic because I lost you
When really
(I love you)
Guess one has to find their truth
In the living world
We began with rolled rock
First there was one then two
Then three as time went on
(Fluid sand)
So did our desires evolve
Providing a change
Mass was further broken down
It became shifting sand
Eroding to powder
(Stack of dust)
But matter needed to
Sculpt a new walk line

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