Who reigns in that silence
When you
You reach out to emptiness
Until the reaching out feels empty too
We'll
Or we'll wake up to someone new
Who makes up the fundamental
The fundamental you
This
This is make-believe
Like sleight of hand
And a
Well, I demand it
It's just my agency
Flight of fancy
I demand it
You reach out to freedom
You reach out to be consumed
There's a
There's a part of me that over blooms
The
The pink house returns to gloom
And becomes the fundamental
The elemental hue
This
This is make-believe
Like sleight of hand
And a
Well, I demand it
It's just my agency
Flight of fancy
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