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Have you ever felt the wind Exploding in the sky With your soul splintered? Do you even give a fuck? I, I don't. Have you ever lost a fight with the devil? Did you ever take the wind of a breeze? The only thing that's keeping you here nowadays is Your lease. Isn't that just... If all you had was longing For anything Like talking, would you take me down from The inside Or slide me off and shatter me? I am not much. I am not much at all. Have you ever felt the wind? Do you care to try? Was your heart broken? And will you get to see your God when You die? Why even try to be dramatic? Do really have to beg on your knees, Trying so hard to stay alive while dying to Die? Doesn't make sense to me, And your mission, you should realize it. And only then we could have seen something that Had been built for us. We bloodstained that house and her trust. Or could we really have known we didn't have To stick around for this, to bloodstain the carpets In bitch? You would not believe if I told you a Thing that did not pertain to me. I would be lying if I said that I Was trying, but then again, who cares? There's only me. And I am not much. I am not much at all. Some would say it's all about us. We are not much of anything. We are... We are not much. We are not much of anything.