I saw the eyes of God in the moon
They looked at me and right past you
So you didn’t catch his eye
And you still claim that it wasn’t real
I saw the blood of God in the dunes
The craters give off platinum fumes
From a wound so deep I’d die
And you still claim that it wasn’t real
It’s all plastic
You don’t seem to care
This isn’t lasting
It breaks, it bends, it tears
I tried to uphold the tradition I swear
You think you have it hard? This is my load to bear
There’s nothing for traitors
There’s nothing for me
Ashamed of the parasitic strands I must wear
They’re taken to blade but they just don’t seem to care
There’s nothing for traitors
There’s nothing for me
Oh, hey-
Oh, my microphone’s recording
Why the f#ck is it recording?
FL Studio is open, great. Anyways-
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