Fools dance in the streets
The lights are dark to them
They are dishonest
The broken seeds emanate from our silence
To bring forth a new decade
Sewn are the ways of a broken depth
And in it the truth becomes no other
Bound by the boundaries of itself
It is not me who is dishonest
I am merely the messenger
The lights are dark to them
They are dishonest
The broken seeds emanate from our silence
To bring forth a new decade
Sewn are the ways of a broken depth
And in it the truth becomes no other
Bound by the boundaries of itself
It is not me who is dishonest
I am merely the messenger
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