With these wires I find myself
Falling down the horizon,
With bullets in shapes of daggers
These words were massacres
So how do I remain prevalent?
In a world built upon destruction,
The finest of a coiffeurs
Couldn't build upon my thoughts
When in Rome, I fall asleep in towers
There is nothing to lead me on
How do we relate?
In nothingness distance doesn't call me from below
I can't make out the difference between loving you
And tearing you apart
With a million miles apart you are at the edge of my galaxy,
And these ways can't keep falling down
Without wires,
We fall, we continue
These are the last words I could ever find at the back of my voice
To continue building up this personality
I'm in love with the idea of it
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