partial or indifferent to this game when I leave here nothing will be the same you look at me I look at you but you don't know what you've already seen through hate with this in mind in your f*****-up State you can never find what has been given to you in this life you only know wrong ways to be living in the center of strife I was flying through space thought I was dying but it was just a race to get back down to where our bodies lie we all had drown it was a beautiful day spirits all over everything bringing our bodies to life and it wasn't what you had to bring and no one wasn't strive or sick or sad my Sharp and quick no one was mad forever in peace