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We're in a war they said to me a war of social core We've got to all speak loud enough so that we can be heard However this cannot be so for I do not see such and if we did we could not hear the smallest one of us

It moved so fast yet seemed so slow that thing upon my wrist Upon the wall and on my phone the same so did persist I mean not to lead onto form but of the thing itself The thing that takes our life away a law unto oneself Time, oh do I respect you much give your grace to me I have so much I want to do Give me all I need