You felt yesterday more than you ever felt the money recognized and thats a fact so--
get it even and please help people to see
we each can not ever survive without totally giving,
so.

Open up and people please we are inspired by each other without pause.

Popularity is nothing, clicks are simple actions without whisper.
Memory of winds, seas, and memories of what matters beyond the cool hunters means...
Satellites mean.... nothing.
Route sixty-six is like a candy cane,
without memory.

Road warriors as you give it all way,
I ask you were you warned for anything?

We laugh as anything,
like sunlight is a blister,
and the world will turn into nothing,
the sky is nothing without pause.

We remember everything.
We remember everything.
We remember everything.

Does it matter unless you are nothing?
Silicon like bleak memories of victory.
Despair, a brief semblance of passion for destruction.

Judgement.
How could we ever remember when it hurts so damn much?
How could we play the games we do for power when the real memory made us?
Yes, this simple.
Yes, this simple.
Yes, this simple.
It is over and over the truth as we struggle differently without sense,
and power lost, given to the lost and incoherent.

Do we doubt it?..........
Admirers of chaos?....

Do we know otherwise as the Earth begins its dance into nothing?
Are you ready?
Are you able to fathom as the land sinks, the water rises, the minds holds what is dear like lines of truth.

Give it everything or die.
Give it all you are or nothing.
Give it something or remain like a blip.

Upon eternity,
morgos.... I love you all.