There's only so much fantasy and projections over-the-ending-idea
The ID A that it all is going towards One Direction
Only to fall inevitably, systematically, to fall as part
Too dyed i"s two and is to leave hole that made it one day
All that made it one day
Foam in your eyes, sheese the ladders
They're here to project on that it will not be fine
That it will not, be easy, to appreciate a fishlife
Made of so so so much unlimited vacashit
So so much unlimited psychedelic sharkshit
Flhours from above, my sight KI dreams
Offering inburnt liquids to my teeth
Secreting myself inside of the giant anigav
____No need to name you anymore___________
Gaze inside haze-in slight plain
I love you but the record scratched, the record stopped
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