I am a believer of phantoms and all things undead
I am a skeptic of thoughts on a wire through my head
Fate balances on this tightrope and does dances and screams
and it seems it can only slice at my seams
So as I walk across this planet and stare at the moon
I am a believer of all that is happening too soon.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
I am a believer of phantoms and all things undead
I am a skeptic of thoughts on a wire through my head
Fate balances on this tightrope and does dances and screams
and it seems it can only slice at my seams
So as I walk across this planet and stare at the moon
I am a believer of all that is happening too soon.
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