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our last clutch at emotions thrusts away from suspicions and even the chair leaves behind charred residues of hope we speculate and plan and practice on declines but excessive speeding on turns can't prepare us for this ride and that's what I am 'cause I'm afraid to be alone a desperate push of buttons to walk along in the unknown it's OK if the world just ends as long as it's not just my world yeah, I'm particularly selfish towards the end while I'm perfecting the nothingness of my youth thinking perfection's mere moments away from across the street the apple tree grows Songtexteever feeds no humans fruitfully it weighs branches to the heavens prophesize, unlike my own my rusting coils of elation await the fruit that never fell... now, my neighbor says the skies are so clear but why are clouds all I see from here? Aus Songtexte Mania