Silent sound, as the voice muffled
But for what reason? What’s with the troubles?
I asked the stars, again, that never answered
About the dangers, about the hazard
What made you hold it?
What made you want it?
The red flag reveals, now it’s my favorite color
I left the world, and the dust still lingers
Subconscious, subconscious
Where are you going?
Subconscious, subconscious
When are we leaving?
This land was already taken
So don’t even bother about the gold and diamonds
Even the gravity pushed us away
Command us to go back to space
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC
Silent sound, as the voice muffled
But for what reason? What’s with the troubles?
I asked the stars, again, that never answered
About the dangers, about the hazard
What made you hold it?
What made you want it?
The red flag reveals, now it’s my favorite color
I left the world, and the dust still lingers
Subconscious, subconscious
Where are you going?
Subconscious, subconscious
When are we leaving?
This land was already taken
So don’t even bother about the gold and diamonds
Even the gravity pushed us away
Command us to go back to space
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