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Words cut trough air to make someone feel alive,mental images start to fade under them rises a world,New is only something that is forgotten,Past is a present in a different costume,eyes see only a shape and even that shape sees us better,We are lost inside our purest thought and are so confused that it rules us,the evil inside brings the booze and angels get drunk laughing at god they hold their drinks,Numbers of gloving eyes take action and stare eternity until it goes to sleep,Never the space allows anyone in until asked,Never the forest allows anyone in until asked,We just cut down our own body,Parts of its legs and arms float around to remind us what we are made of,Just a poor act of magic and illusion to cut our withering body in half to amuse others,Here is the words no one told you when you were sleeping innocent dreams of a better place...