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I rush through these ruins
Of my destination
Bleeding happiness that’s
Quickly smashed by
The rise of tomorrow
Reality flooding my eyes,
I find the aspects of tomorrow bleak
It hurts my soul to breath
As I rush through these
Ruins of my eternal home
Of my destination
Bleeding happiness that’s
Quickly smashed by
The rise of tomorrow
Reality flooding my eyes,
I find the aspects of tomorrow bleak
It hurts my soul to breath
As I rush through these
Ruins of my eternal home