Stars in your eyes,
while the whole world dies,
you’ve got a movement,
that’s heaven sent,
a polished pole,
a Russian doll,
lighting striking twice,
as we roll the dice,
heavens moving,
hell is spewing,
and you’re dancing,
while the apocalypse is advancing,
the stars are crying,
while the whole world is dying,
freedom ain’t what I remember…
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To not let what’s going on in the outside world, that, is the true sort of freedom…
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Freedom is the ability to be free to know the choice you make is for a better, grander purpose, than it is to care more for the normality of what was. To hold on, is to fall down.
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