14.00 Kickpads Wrestling

Same hole

The sounds I get through the air

Shape Small

unclear

interference

note that the letters have been erased

I wonder how I can still see a real ghost

round and round I

I can feel, I can feel

Traces others

left I can not stop falling

And I think I'm flying

But I do not want this freedom

Too far gone

And I'm still in the middle

between them and therefore unable to hear

I'm

this interference

this pulse is decreased

'm innocent prison And the key

The same hole Falling

I escape Every time a little deeper

It is easy to go to see the sun

Knowing it's there tomorrow But

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