You say you're wrong. You wrong.
I'm right. I'm right, you're wrong. We fight.
Okay, I'm running from the light, running from the day to night. The quiet silence defines our misery. The riot inside keeps trying to visit me. No matter how we try, it's too much history. Too many bad notes playing in our symphony.
So let it breathe, let it fly, let it go. Let it fall, let crash, burn slow.
And then, you call upon god.
Hurricane, 30STM.
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