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Ordinary Means
i have dreams
dreams painted in gold
in my sleep where things never get old
time doesnt exist
and all i can think about is this
these happy things
like songs the angel sings
but at times i become weak
scared and unable to speak
everything becomes so dark
and im no longer normal
i fear everything thats not good
that's not sane
these unknown images i cannot name
repeating of the horror movie scenes
no longer speak
of our ordinary means
