Gaudi by James
God's dead, this state is torture.
Find me shade and bring me water.
Holding on.
I'm thirsty for your sage.
Back at the ranch I just got slaughtered.
Too many shoulds, too many orders.
Better come out, holding onto faith.
Let the sun begin to shine through your night
Let the light reveal disguise in your life.
Work kills! it's killing me slowly
And what is the point in being so lonely?
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