Slavery's like, fire and cold ice.
you can either burn, or slip and slide.
Let sort by impulse and negociate your fate
Silver lining looks like it's coated with golden plates.
It seems we both have wondered, if all of this exists
Not a place as intricate as this

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Well I can see your face, In all the right places.
Think you're right, my reality is laced with.
And if you take sides, then please take mine.
Cause if I'm in it I'm in it to inhibit. Everything you're holding back.

Slavery's like, Iron and cheap wine.
Cuts you when your blood is alcohol lined.
Stuff turned to the surface to hold up the worlds weight.
The breath you took leaks from your lungs at a constant rate
it seems we both have wondered if all of this exists
not a place as intricate as this.

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