Texty: Afterhours. During Christine's Sleep. How We Divide Our Souls.

Stretch your means to an infallible doom
We could lose all the feelings acting
as we are supposed to do
I got i sharp guiding line
That talks so fine
Saying that i got the feelings
But i've lost the form
And
This is how we divide our souls
Step with me aside my
Precious friend
What you calling 'honest'
What you calling 'weak'
For the sky's so blue
The sea so dark
And maybe i'm tethered
or maybe i'm jesus
And
I'm going to divide our souls
There's a law in my community
That says you can give me what you feel
That erasing all preambles means
you're feeling what i win
But i'm tied to the time
Whew love generates love
I got the feelings
But i've lost the form
And
This is how we divide our souls


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