like angels strapped to the arms of an electric chair awaiting their invisible fate
We anticipated our pain
One black moon shows the world that the universe exists regardless of our blindness in the dark
What is beyond the all-encompassing?
Nobody knows when nothing really matters
No one can think about the future when you're strapped to the chair
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC
like angels strapped to the arms of an electric chair awaiting their invisible fate
We anticipated our pain
One black moon shows the world that the universe exists regardless of our blindness in the dark
What is beyond the all-encompassing?
Nobody knows when nothing really matters
No one can think about the future when you're strapped to the chair
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