I'm soundless -
Wonder how the chords expand all these spaces
Racin' the echoes and puttin' pressure on the cadence
I'm sightless -
Contemplate on the images swimmin' in my visions
Then oscillate the palate while blendin' up endless positions
Truth is I'm blessed, don't need to hear or see them
My home is a box, but Im thinking outside of these demons
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