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Ideas above our station are below the fog in my mind
When I see, I see my signs
It's the same face presenting the same lie
And obsolete your voices are
They say, that silence it sometimes pays
In war, silence it sometimes pays
Souls and windows stops existing
And holes where his eyes used to be
Needle and thread hold together
Saw the seashore, unfamiliar
The water and oil, unfamiliar
Success and toil, unfamiliar
Unaccustomed, unfamiliar - Oceansize [link]

Darkroom edit.

Another DD, thanks for the nomination and to , appreciate the the favs and comments

Description
Ideas above our station are below the fog in my mind
When I see, I see my signs
It's the same face presenting the same lie
And obsolete your voices are
They say, that silence it sometimes pays
In war, silence it sometimes pays
Souls and windows stops existing
And holes where his eyes used to be
Needle and thread hold together
Saw the seashore, unfamiliar
The water and oil, unfamiliar
Success and toil, unfamiliar
Unaccustomed, unfamiliar - Oceansize [link]

Darkroom edit.

Another DD, thanks for the nomination and to , appreciate the the favs and comments