Utopia is like an exit/entrance
Only be true to what is hidden
I cannot feel anything/anyone
To remember is to love
Only be true to what is hidden
You could call that efficiency
To remember is to love
I must be more aware of my pain
You could call that efficiency
Everything will wither around you
I must be more aware of my pain
Worms in my bones.
Everything will wither around you
I cannot feel anything/anyone
Worms in my bones.
Utopia is like an exit/entrance