sweating sheets of glass n i feel
quite damage
8pm
n you'd think
you wanted war music ...
a bit weird
I'm playing this
really trippy love music
thinking about a mass murderer
shouting at people
an someone sawing
down trees
n the children trying to hide
the kind of love
you'd feel looking at
the scorched battlefield
you know in that dopamine
psychosis ... hearing the dead bodies
singing of the love
that motivated it
still shooting
and it isn't over
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