holeless pit
letting yourself stink
drift in smoke and sink
she saw right through and bit
the 8bit boy
i chase the windmill song
arachi no uta
a song of storms
like you stormed my life-
breathing in the clouds
the fog i sleep in-
it's a forest maze that'll never shut in
meant to make you lose your way
it's an endless short of confort cycles
tho the door is just ahead
the door is just ahead
tho the door, it's just ahead
the door just ahead, just ahead it is...
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