My thoughts go round in circles
Always postulating but never making any sense
A tense man on his death bed may he have no remorse
A divorce of conscious thinking
Band of misfits always clamoring
Never hammering out a point
A choice to take the next step
The mission is never to forget
I love despite my training
Don't panic even though you're manic
My words have never been clearer
I need them more than you need fear.
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