Left unspoken, sound and vision on my head. Something to cry for..
On the road to nowhere, we are always winning and loosing.
The heads weren't erased, the sound is on the air.
Visual looks are stranger than it seems. Connecting on a patterned network, all one can find is always the same.
Lost minds with lustful bodies.
Give words to wisdom. Enter in thy kingdom....
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