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Im sitting,
just listening to my new adge electro funked out grooves
nobody can hear them
its simple
full of chaos dreams hesitations.

These people keep driving by
these hesitating wonders of the world
Americanapplepie ricky martin blastin
the say they dont know thierselves
i say, hey, thats...,
were all weak,
me, you, him, her,
our furious inch of freedom we allow ourselves eats
the thoughts of the sun flower turned pale

...but you cant tell
rhythms of smiles and frowns measure our
existance is key in this discussion with the mind
you know...
in Xistance i believe we can all see ourselves...
im cold im going home

*Brandon Vaughn*