Description: golden laces in the aftermath of a childish murder simplified
so we think we know everything
and everything is nothing
the red and blue mix
and it rains
the stars just move in place
and its cold
clouds i need to fix
and it pains
the sudden look on your face
and its old
we shiver at six
and it remains
you hung on a single lace
and its cold
so no reason to see
no reason to be
we become raptures
of our divinities
we lure and provoke
oh we love to provoke
those sweet and sour
memories
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