The selfish, they're all standing in line, Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time. Me, I figure as each breath goes by, I only own my mind.
The North is to South what the clock is to time. There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life. I know I was born and I know that I'll die. The in between is mine. I am mine...
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