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Break

Entities of freedom born to fly
Into the dirt of Sin while crying
Shouting echoes in their mind
As they all spiral blind

Get up

The whimpering passed
It's time to wake up

My Sweeter Dreams

I dream these dreams...
Sometimes I wake
Beneath the edge of mental break

Secret

I don't wanna plunge
And I don't wanna sink
But it's just what I do
And my clothes start to stink