The locked hearts in lock down for the duration of the delusion.
Welcome to paranoia nation.
The dark corners contributing to the discord.
The light lingering and lonely at the edge of the shadows.
Inside the mind, the same kind of crimes
Bide their time
Its either flight or enlightenment,
At least for the for the moment.
The connections in a experiential stage
Studying the dog eared page.
All for wonder
But afraid of the thunder.
The talkin' delusion blues
You can feel the subject matter fuse.
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