blackheads form in a sensless daze
to be absorbed by western haze
a lazy boy with dimey eyes
stareing into a blank sun
In a western run
caught inside the youth
to even the sin
A steaming sun flys over days
A starry moon can feel so gone
Empty brains with empty thoughts
take your days and make your choice
In a Western run
feeling with the youth
Fearing to sin
A useless wish for another day
spilling minds will drain away
single death for I am one
indifferent thoughts and Lisltess suns
And I chose not to make a choice
and I know to break these rotten teeth
and I feel I feel an echo
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