Circles of Trust

Building the thunder dome is impossible
I cannot trace my own steps back
Maybe she can get my fill
I cross the line and cut the trax

My Real Birthdae…

4! Twenty! Seven
Secretive secrets con-sealed in Time
4 riders of the storm align
Into the past again

They travel to and from the din
Of noiseless pain and suffering
That comes from down below divide
The shallow you inside

Take a look in the mirror of the heart in your mind
And realize someday that you may just find
That another you exists deep deep down within
And he’s full of love and light no pain no suffering
His name ain’t Jesus no that’s a lie
It’s you you are your own alibi
So now you see the truth aligned
Good luck now with your life… Punk ass bitches.

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