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Nico Liebe His Subconsciousness Pseudo Monologs

Mystic fever drives our brain up the mindway and back again we meet at your central place: the answer to the human race it makes no difference if it

I got up for complaining but you are deaf indeed i can't fix things that don't fit in - ignore the dark sides of my speed you came down for understanding

Understanding is creeping away from us to fail in any other play i got up for complaining but you are deaf indeed i can't fix things that don't fit

What you gonna do next? the new clear was no solution remember the old text spelled by a mind pollution i offered you the chance to get a very deeper

Leave your illusions 'though you might find there's nothin left in your fucked up mind I cannot say you understood your role do me a favor: don't speak

You're hopin that you're not alone and not only flesh and bones but there's a whisper in your brain tellin you you're not insane i know it cause i hear

It?s just because we forgot to tell the difference between here and hell or these things meaning the same but using just another name it?s all about