Текст песни My Fictions

It's a fiction past down like vowels through our genes, descending as consonants of heredity.
This is the evidence built on me piece by piece, the subject redeems an identity.
How this public is wittnessing every piece, it's effigy judges - saves.
Hung again untill we're set free.
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Save their soul and regret it.
My heart is set for the complex and something open, coursing.
Can't cut or bend around there's something, and my heart races.
When all my time is wasted, erased and bet on the same kind of coincidence we use as failure