transparent lines that breach through time a bit lost in the head they wire through fragile complexions and safety routes, abed no, i can't say connection's a safe bet; but drown your veins and you'll never leave your head. transparent lines your guide throughout time decaying words run red a rush of empty you choose the ending does safe define what's best? . . . does safe define what's best? a bit lost in the head surround me surround me surround me surround me surround me drown me


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