I took an excursion to my own existence
Where the streets are paved with fools gold
A white haze maze
Winding crooked and bleeding out
This bloodletting must end
Soon I’ll run out of red my friend
Open up everything
Let the river flow in
How can I denounce what I feel?
How can I not go for the chase?
If I succeed in this hunt
My friend
Will I be able to breathe again?
Everything in my own existence
tells me to let my karma breathe
To open everything up
And let it all seep in
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