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Innate Movement
The mind stared at a construct
Pure Impulse
Shakes the body to it’s core

Sparkling curiosity
In voyage to vitality
Erratical eye movement
Searching for what is gone

It was all gone
When it killed itself

You
Can’t
Deny
What’s
Going
Inside

Holding prejudices
Numbing all perception
Can’t escape this madness
Can’t escape this madness

It was all gone
When it killed itself
It was all gone
When it killed itself
It was all gone
When it killed itself
It was all gone
When it killed itself

You
Can’t
Deny
What’s
Going
Inside

Reality slips around it’s fingers
And falls in strange droplets
Mixes with the vicarious soil
Joins the blissful harmony
Stand on your feet, partner. We've still got things to do.