Knows too much,

Hidden path visible to touch

No room for hatred in such,

Oh how we crave the distance we’ve lost.

i know him, i know him,

only breeds damage.

Where is our destination?

Oh! Mother Familiarity.

stop it, stop it,

we’ve lost the respect we once possessed

and now desired to be feared without measure.

Oh! how we lost the touch

Familiarity, get a grip.



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