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When we go we are travelling alone

To the heavens, stars and beyond.

There is no sign that says Stop

There is no limit to our thoughts.

Let it run, let it explore

Researcher, philosopher

"merely goes around"

searching for the Stone.

~ It's like we are in the candy store,

We are fucked and we know it's wrong.

Bite it, bite that apple made of gold.

Oh so sweet, oh so sweet and sweet.

It bites back, trying to make us care.

Now bitter aftertaste

seems like it is rotten.

We know there is more

we think about that over glow

gold and sweetness

Lure us back

Here is the taste of it

~ It's like we are in the candy store,

We are fucked and we know it's wrong.

Bite it, bite that apple made of gold.

Oh so Sweet, oh so sweet and sweet.

It bites back, made us care.

Numbness, lows and highs

Let it run, let it explore

Researcher, philosopher

"merely goes around"

searching for the Stone.

~ It's like we are in the candy store,

We are fucked and we know it's wrong.

Bite it, bite that apple made of gold.

Oh so Sweet, oh so sweet

Bittersweet!