David: Propped on silence, entertain simple minds. It gathers dust, obedience based on bullshit. This is my fit.
You feel it, you reel - shit. Close it in, the rope within our cloaked brethren.
God won't come, there's no one - there's no one but you. Innocent home? Go on priests, fuck your youth. And I know you boast false truth. For you can't run without God's hand squeezing your bum. If god were to come you wouldn't see it through.
Jesse: Why do we humans crave external truths that cannot possibly exist? We put faith into fantasy, only to deceive ourselves. To view the world through a lens of morality takes much beauty out of life and denies the existence of chaos.
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