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Title: Something Not There
Artist: JBird
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come to see the day of my return fallin is the keepers wife broken
tradegy left insane, as they look above and pray for the judgement
rolling back takening back what was already concieved holding down
something nothing left but insane, as they thought it will last this
long, blowing the steam off the top of the station of radio cultured
complaints nothing is right, takening the reality from the waves of
heaven, there is no real idea here nothing left anymore just helpless
values left floating around, leaving the truth behind, nothing left
anymore, noone every listening to the sky see the truth making lies
watching as it all goes away from me, noone left anymore to believe in
has our minds gone insane or are we the pets of tortures fantasy never
underestimating the love not to be found trapped in our minds someplace
nothing left to hold on to anymore, daytime steals our minds as we go
yet noone seems to see the past behind them or the future ahead of us
will we end up burrying ourselves in our own misfortunes or left to
blame, as its all revealing to us yet we seem to forget our mistakes
left in time to make us run away from it all but whats really to blame
ending up cutting time in our own reality spacing our minds to see
whats not really there is this what it was all meant to be confusion
will all end up finding our own judgement at a differnt time is it for
us, enrage but left to be treated as a undesired human standing here
in time of the lost reality of our minds what will fall now is it all
lost in this portal of our own fantasy like reality we seem to be using
oftenly blinded by the facts of our past leading to disasters to us
has it found me already am it already something i cant fight myself