What it takes to make us two, why it makes us work for everything that we hold dear, held dear and will be holding onto until we finally see,
we are nothing more and never will be, ought to be and never were, it's like a spinning, working, useless mill still spinning, working but nothing fits
inside, nothing is knead by it's monstrous wings, eventually we all become, subconscious- ly, every single one of us will be, that mill. You can deny and try to not be but you'll fail. Acceptance,
all hail acceptance. I can't argue with my fate. Just try to make it more, fool, it's already too late.
Be that fool, surprise me, for I cannot surprise myself.