Woke up in the sevens,
A strange last night
My thoughts are furious, in the thousands tonight
Keep your head down, keep yours
And rewrite tonight
Woke up in the sevens,
A strange last night
You are a recluse, you always were
I'm a recluse, I always was
You are a recluse, we always were
Primal, in fact we fall in time
Plenty, it finds
To the wall
To the wall
And c'mon
And pretend we don't see this armor, before
Plenty, it finds
To the wall
To the wall
And c'mon
And pretend we don't see this armor, before
Why are we too blind to see that ours souls are made of gold?

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