I don't want to live
In this large house
surrounded by
What aesthetics can do
It is a prison for me
And maybe a haven for you.
What matters anymore
Is what I cannot sense
And what I can sense
Has long left my core.
I can't find my corner here
Or even within me
So blurred
Are the worldly lines
It's hard to see a point
In these never-ending mines
Oh this eternal ride
The house stands still
We must run outside now
Before this ride can kill.
Before this ride can kill.
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