Walk along the tight-rope, do it with my eyes closed. Tip toe, dancing in limbo. 
Gotta get it right though, I don't wanna die slow, Indo smoke hit my windows.
movin like a cyclone, remove the blindfold, windows feel like my kinfolk
mind of a psycho, body like a silo. info always stay crypto.

Lookin in the depths is like lookin into yourself,
there's nothin left, Not the dark or the light, or the life or death.
I could never unsee the things that I've seen again, 
and time again I feel distracted by things that I can't prevent.

Now it's time for the death of traditions, 
play my position as the reaper, the teacher of quantum physics.
I just listen and observe all the minutes that they are spending
While preventing the catastrophe from breaching through my mental.	

I don't need anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.
I can want anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.
I don't need anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.
I can want anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, anything.

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