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wide awake on hate
hate that the flower has chosen the moon
like a lion in the Hunt
I look for hope
drunk on work
I lurk for your time
clock on the wall
suddenly falls
Time dropped
stopped all thought
I see my raptured past
in time stop,
fast forward back ...
hate that the flower has chosen the moon
like a lion in the Hunt
I look for hope
drunk on work
I lurk for your time
clock on the wall
suddenly falls
Time dropped
stopped all thought
I see my raptured past
in time stop,
fast forward back ...