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1 2 3

Think, Load, Rethink, Unload, Rethink, Load

He fears those not painted with darkness

Burning us with words that fall from their weaponized lips

Think, Load, Rethink, Unload, Rethink, Load

 

One, Two, Three

Red is dripping

Shrieking voices fill the emptiness of my heart

Blinded by the red-blue lights of the world

One, Two, Three

 

Innocent, am I? Yes

Wearing the blue-gold garment of perception

I swear I did nothing wrong

 

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