for the starlit sky
becoming a blissfull ride
seven strange days of passing sunsets
forgeting numbers that we'd met

ever going on and on
life is planning on failing
to make you a demons dream
try to save a bitter theme
go to hell you evil queen

we dont want the misery
lost in space is disease
only when we must be pleased
life just plans on failing

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