pedantic x our moments of truth
search whirling glass doctor
float around - lift off the ground
making haste to chase the unexpected
i am the blasphemer angels cannot cry
happiness is struggling to move the unmovable
i am the mediocre among you angels never die
moving is struggling to be happy
butterfly crystalize nightmare dripping acid
sweat from the brow of a dead man come signs
of moments solitary living reliquary can not i come
romantic i tremble the truth when
pedantic x represses our youth.
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