Times like these we are cast apart
across a sea of morals
Times like these we think like gods
but screw like bunnies in the dark
because pleasure is more obscene than slaughter
Times like these we work to bridge the spaces
between our hearts and our souls
I have a heart... it longs for soul
To give solitude is to give me peace
and to give me friendship is to give me noise
And yet everything is relative
so no one understands a thing
Times like these
Adam's disease chokes the planet
and mother earth retailates
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