Litle Jukebox

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Pulse-Spi-ritual

Closed our eyes
We don't feel right from wrong
When it all explodes
breaking the calm day by day,piece by piece

Falling from the edge of guts
and all fears become alive
See hearts,feel fire

Godess,gurd our crossroads
we can't take control
We can't measure sane and insane
Teach us how to be
how to adore
things we cannot touch
We need your pulse
make us pulse


Bold insects in your head
eating up all clear ideas
A state of emptiness
instead of living out all these cold and tragic scenes
 
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