My dad always said "son you can rise but after you conquer the night",
ima tell you something they say we aint real this aint real but we fear fear,
how can nothing be real and fake be so vibrant,
its like we glow sticks in a ground of a ravaged titan,
cannibalistic for survival,
we live off water but our minds straight feening for the dopamine.
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