Why am I looking for the limit, I don’t really know, I like to ripple along the waves, maybe I'm looking for a raise, I don’t really like to sink, my cold edge, I try to float, between heaven and hell, I'm content, limbo makes sense, can’t get any higher, and it’s against my nature to fall deeper, my character is set, above me is my father, all around me is architecture, this prison, of such solid thread, to break and snap, who knows, I could stab myself, just a program, a spell, a pied piper, a mermaid, pulling you in, my work for the night sky, hell’s gates, I’m all in…

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