People are mortal.
This world is changing constantly.
It seems so far away but some day we won't move with our bodies.
Going out is different.
Or maybe you'll just go back to another one of all those mortal places.
Well I'd say, I won't follow the light.
I've seen these tunnels many times.
Many different types.
I liked to enter them a lot but I won't go to the end again.
Maybe next time I'll try to resist temptation, not even get in.
Cause you've got to finish what you start like every end has to begin.
So even though I like the sight of a tunnel in the night I'll just leave and go inside myself.
And who will be the guard this time?
Will the feeling be like the vision?
I don't like this world, don't take me back.
Can I trust you when I lookat you?
I'll feel it on the inside.
People are mortal.
This world is changing constantly.
It seems so far away but some day we won't move with our bodies.
Going out is different.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 4:58 AM UTC
People are mortal.
This world is changing constantly.
It seems so far away but some day we won't move with our bodies.
Going out is different.
Or maybe you'll just go back to another one of all those mortal places.
Well I'd say, I won't follow the light.
I've seen these tunnels many times.
Many different types.
I liked to enter them a lot but I won't go to the end again.
Maybe next time I'll try to resist temptation, not even get in.
Cause you've got to finish what you start like every end has to begin.
So even though I like the sight of a tunnel in the night I'll just leave and go inside myself.
And who will be the guard this time?
Will the feeling be like the vision?
I don't like this world, don't take me back.
Can I trust you when I lookat you?
I'll feel it on the inside.
People are mortal.
This world is changing constantly.
It seems so far away but some day we won't move with our bodies.
Going out is different.
27-01-21
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