There is no road to walk.
No obstacles to drive through.
Make your home where you talk.
My power is around you too.
Corsica is just another way to write
Death is just another part of life.
God will always be your whore.
Whispering, there is no end to her legs,
there'll always be more.
From you a young me breaths Mommy,
Come to, be true, be born, die happy.
Even if you pass in an accident,
Finish your fantasies and come back again.
We are only applicants.
But one infinite, an aspirant
Asleep forever more so that we may play,
Another day, another day,
for other days we pray.
How do you pray the gay away?
When it is apart of the road we must take.
How do you stay away
when everything loved is at stake?
Go all out, control your true self.
You'll become what you make.
Why?
Because the road of life is fake.
Every question's answer and every questioner's mistake is
thinking that the roads of life are something that you take.
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