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Diamonds in the knuckles of the rock god on the hill
Agitated master of the void ball bends the light
They tried to crush my soul, I bent the frame of fortune
I’m up at night watching werewolf movement under my door
Above, the vines grow, obstructing rays from the emerging energy
Their watching, their always waiting for me to count the sand on my own
I hope u never lose your sense of wonder
Further u take me, further we meet up and we sink deeper
Face formations in the caves beside the shore
Black procession of possessed acid loving plants
The recessive hand shivers in the presence of the false eye
Freebase the sky and be kind to the friendly sun
