demans.

there is a melodybrings out to surfacethe truth and truth onlyclarifies perception makes it shine as a pearl washed over by the crity

the harmony is strongany repressed motion left with no other chance but to floatthe reality is captured thenthe circumstantial perception

like scalping yourselflayer by layeryou get to the realitythe one you thought you knewkept on altering as you supposedly uncovered

in your mind a billion shoe laces all intertwinedfrequencies entanglednot one bit left pureyou were afraidseeing how the truth left you bareyou discovered parts of yourself you always thought you dared

the loudness was silencereal crowdness still insidecoronated ever-thenreading morinall parts of reality have changedyou don't have the looks as you used tojust as you adapt that reality leaves you to rust on the groundbusts you to shed open your skintibi facitisyet it's never enough you try raising warriors up on the groundhoping you don't get caught up in the frequency as find yourself off the ground

bunch of earthlings we aresometimes it feels differentbut humans have developed themselves to shield from mundane

the demans.

the first look tells you the illusion of madnessif you ignore that facetyou might not get to encounter the truth again

some of us are inflicted with itmore than the restever-forgetting how we were derived

demans constanticity of complexial sapiosemantic cravingsa simple outsider would make sense of it as distorted einsicht für Bekanntheit