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The naive caterpillar twists in all directions
That's what I love the most
That's right, follow the path you think is best
Shout away all your frustrations any day,
Every day,
'Cause it's never too late.
Three rings turns into four with razors of sound relentless against the stygian room,
You’re consumed by the predawn darkness as that damn blare resonates inside your skull,
As I sit at home, on the couch, I wonder what inspires me.
Does the sun inspire me?
Or does the way the wind makes the blowing trees sound?
I think, those things aren’t it, they don’t inspire me.
