This is my soul,This is my life. For my side, spend my time lost in space, am I dead? Let the river flow through my broken hands, take me from own world. It makes my stomach turn, from flesh too bone and I turn too stone and we all die young. The world is spinning as we walk through the cracked streets, we feel the bumps and steel cages that surround us. Unspoken words, unheard voices, We all Die Young. None of it stays the same forever, none of it really makes sense. Pain and laughter combine the feelings of a broken soul, the soul that kills us and makes us All Die Young.
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