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For once it's a beautiful day in spring, and I don't think I've ever been so lost. Far too many options, yet all rather creative in their fabrication. Emotions once again rage furiously even though there is so little to be done (ha, too much to do, simply just a lack of motivation).

Fascism is now the hounding dog ran by Corpolitical America ready to instate martial law. There's a mental revolution happening, but I now unsure I am even willing to fight for it...

"The stars will cry

The blackest tears tonight

And this is the moment that I live for

I can smell the ocean air

And here I am

Pouring my heart onto these rooftops

Just a ghost to the world

That's exactly

Exactly what I need



From up here the city lights burn

Like a thousand miles of fire

And I'm here to sing this anthem

Of our dying day



For a second I wish the tide

Would swallow every inch of this city

As you gasp for air tonight

I'd scream this song right in your face

If you were here

I swear I won't miss a beat

Cause I never

Never have before"