Holding onto a breath
Finding it hasn't been breathed yet
Searching for an idea of Harmony
Yet only finding chaos
The thumping of this lounge is ruining my soul
As if the music itself is stabbing me one moron at a time. I must find an exit. I must seek an escape I cannot stay I must go
Then the bitter herbs remind me of the complexity of life
Sweet and bitter make sour
Find the sour and you will see
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