Raised brows

You are my inspiration and all my aspirations

Can’t tell south from north
but I’ll go along wherever your ambitions may crash
to the top of the fucking underworld if I have

take it all, this beating sound, my sweating frown
always worried, still in stern, but with you I’m free, for you I’m found

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