So if the sun can make a rainbow
When the dark can brighten stars
Suppose a demon wears a halo
On his sleeve he wears a heart
Becomes abundant from conceiving
We can't free a face that lasts
Hopes and dreams were made to play low
When they're squeezed they fall apart
Seen un-parallel dysfunction, freak of nature to this earth
We scream on carousels, in dungeons, caught a feeling from above
Inside a mind behind concussion, repercussion comes the words
I'm feeling forces like concoction, like it's nothing from this earth.
Saimon Beats

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