(watching them cry, watching them yell)
behold when i come
(hearing flashes of souls pass through the flux)
beware if i'm gone
(that's not what you're meant to)
they look so delicious...
left alone, starving, in this cold cave...
jealous, envious, but genuine preys
except i'm a ghost, waiting while time grows and expands around me
(what can you consider ?)
white thin pieces of clothes
(i'm a perfect material being)
everything so sharp and engaging
(that's not what you're meant to)
this just can't be it
like i'm willing and expected to accept this
i'm a man, i'm a human, there's no other way
but am i really ? who will tell me
there's no other side
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