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This is a conceptual single that goes along with an illustrated essay. Check it out: https://goo.gl/vxqWs6
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Arrows are flying
Towards us, into us
Marks that they’re leaving
Will prove our being
Arrows are pointing
The way we are to move
Don’t you ignore them
Get your fix, enjoy wounds
These are the passions
That cause transformations
Inner, outer,
The moans getting louder
From separation
To reaggregation
Lost in transition
I’m out of position
One should be proud of pain
It’s a reminder of our high rank (2x)
If you get lost
That’s what you wanna
Search for
Your vector
Collect lacerations
Feel high, fall low
Be someone you don’t know.
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