in this world where everyone is valued by molten metals.
Numbers turns into pictures,
pictures turns into words.
Why would i care about your little bubble to burst,
when there's a whole universe.
Tried to drink it all away,
but the memories are here to stay.
I wear a crown of thoughts,
the kind i can't share.
We have reached the end,
this is now you never see me again.
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