Sometimes your existence finds itself in need, your echo in the universe, the natural flow of yourself, where am I? Will you meet me?

Who are we? What do we believe?

What's ingrained in reality?

The echo of you and me,

Existing, breathing, do we stand on a mountain?

Anyways, he was just wondering, in the vast expanse of what this world is,

How do we earn our name?

Roads to power, a vampire vein, everything existing,

Will I do it in multiple lives?

Generally, am I just an IT guy?

Was I ever a mortal?

Or am I just an idea in space,

Floating out there,

Is there a lady to save?

Does this guy still exist?

Earth, 2023, yeah I was there,

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Come to me, I’ll count to three,

You and your sister, come with me, went a little deeper, and you know what he saw?

A dagger sheathe, a screaming pig, and a bloody heart, pumping blood,

Came all over me, on my face, on my thighs, fed me for thirty days,

Anyways, someone called out hierarchy, the man game, and space riders,

Will we ever make it?

What exists,

Its just you and me,

My puppy,

An elf,

A baby,

A toy,

Motherhood,

A third price, prince Farquad, a toad, an apple, and a witch, dinner will be ready in three, two, one, dance steps, you can do better than that, really hit me with all you’ve got, one day zombies will come for us, do you know how to use a bow and arrow?

Will you shed blood for your brother?

Did she come to us?

And you know what, he was a normal guy, a man, but his myth is outstanding, just a man, what is he fighting for?

And you know what?

The poet had enough, wants to sell out, will this world sustain me?

Have I found love?

Have I found life?

A spring, a never ending, time with him,

Drift outwards, maybe I want us to be alone,

But we’re married, will you provide for me?

I feed on blood, please give me enough,

Doomed to be homeless in France,

Just a guy, shouting things out,

Man, I’m in love,

The guy selling it, for forty quid, yeah, I’m willing to just be a guy, I’m ready to grow up, throw away all that god stuff, you’re a man now, please tell me I’m enough,

I keep dreaming, but world you still exist,

Let me cry a river of tears, for this youth, and this sick boy, what dope rhymes, some whiskey, some lime,

The Phillipines in June, will I go?

What will life call out?

Is it all still arranged?

Is it still ingrained in reality?

Everything we are, everything we believe,

Does it give you power over me?

Am I ready to grow up?

What is money?

What is life?

Brother, we care too much, how wealthy are you, what good things has he given me,

Would you shed a river of blood?

Feed the youths, the sinners, for thirty days, ask them if they’re willing to settle,

For forty thousand,

Sixty thousand going once, twice

Drink it all up, am I alive?