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点击复制Don’t sell off the shelf, neither for yourself.
Sounds of oneself, flow somewhere else.
Not seen, not felt, slipping out of my held.
Breaking my shell, to make a thing in itself.
Don’t sell off the shelf, neither for yourself
Sounds like oneself, gotta lose yourself.
Not seen, not felt, slipping out of my held.
Breaking my shell, to make a thing in itself.
Parasitized, too many lives.
I'm on a high, picture the size.
Each one views but few realize.
They're paralyzed, stuck in surmise, trust in the eye.
I gotta shout this out aloud, mystified.
Do I see for myself, do I make it for my soul.
Recreate for myself, do I fight for a goal.
One that others like myself could appreciate as a hole.
I'm digging only by myself.
Do you see it for yourself, do you take it for your soul.
Recreate for yourself, do you bite it for a goal.
One that other like yourself could appreciate as a whole.
Meaning only for oneself.
Do we see it for ourselves, do we stake it for the soul.
Recreate for ourselves, we just might see the goal.
That to share with ourselves, would appreciate like gold.
Dug up just for ourselves.
Do we see it for ourselves, do we see it as the same.
As in water or flames, as the truth in the pain.
Or is it everyones claim that their view is the game.