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Ideal

de D. Weathers

Taking slow breaths
Unchained by the thoughts he might hear

By now the dampness has turned the rock in mud
By now wild has taken the stage
All the marks, the places got lost in the flood
The rage is standing there climbing out of the cage

Starts of hate are growing
Climbing out of the cage
And I never wanted this like that

He's taking slow breaths, unchained
By the thoughts he might hear

By now his feet had deeply hit the ground
And every step is keeping the thrill awake
Sure that his eyes are smiling for the next round
Smaller is the distance and bigger is the ache

Starts of hate are growing

He's taking slow breaths, unchained
By the thoughts he might hear
Hitting the road in pain
Now his mind is all clear

Now his mind is all clear
For a moment he realized all the
Things he could do so they can't pass him by
Leaving his human part, be the one who leaks the fight

What I am doing here, I never wanted this I swear
First victim of my sickness, I guess I won't be the last
Not even sure, are they guilty I'm kind of lost in the past
I don't know if it has to be this way, this fast

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