every road

It's probably just a small place with a lot of land around it
And a hill
French garden on the outside
Probably big entrance with a gate
Must be a place of solitude, a mental solitude
It's an attitude that I know very well
But a physical place
Probably have one little staircase
And the typical fountain at the, in that entrance
Garden extends around the house, but keep it simple
Maybe another fountain on the other side
Something a bit bigger, but not necessarily huge
You know like a low fence with a gate that'll never close
What a great view, enjoy the tranquility
In the alley for the cypresses that leads to the house
And then just this vast, sort of uh, horizon
Gather my senses together and we'd experience hope
I keep a dungeon for the darker thoughts
To cleanse myself, to be able to go downstairs and scream
I think if there's, if there's a palace in my mind
That's, that's sort of, uh, a fortress away from the rest of the world
It's halfway between the world and the stars
The sounds and the colors for the possibility of perception
Absolute clarity, I know the answers
You can just get away from everything, accept your own thoughts
Grounding in identity, I don't think I would feel alone
Because it doesn't really matter
You have the best view you could possibly imagine
I think you could see the stars a lot better up there(You can bend them, you know somewhere near the event horizon)
Absolute tranquility, over the end of every road
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All other ghosts, people you love
Even your friendsdon't wanna know
But you can depend on every note
Over the end of everyroad
But that's a lie
You actually believe that you have the formula
And then you see that it was all off
I'm afraid I might become a stranger and just be trapped with yourself
Everything falls apart, and then everything crumbles