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My name was hidden somewhere in the back of my brain
I didn't know before my head was drained
And all I could hear was that name
I erased the mission I had before I was reversed
Long before I was a part of Earth
I was a part of your world
I was a part of your world
I was a part of your world
I was a part of your world
The parade, an innocent way to teach a dying cell
Eventually will be eaten by yourself
Nobody asked for the help
Far away , somebody was given just another year
Another departure in their atmosphere
Will you forget I was here?
Will you forget I was here?
Will you forget I was here?
Will you forget I was here?
Will you forget I was here?
Will you forget I was here?
Will you forget I was here?
Don't give up, you'll get another
Don't give up, we'll talk about it
Don't give up, you'll be okay
Don't give up, we'll talk about it (will you forget I was here?)
Don't give up, we will talk about it (will you forget I was here?)
Don't give up, you'll get somebody (will you forget I was here?)
Don't give up, you'll be okay (will you forget I was here?)
Don't give up (will you forget I was here?)
Will you forget I was here?
Will you forget I was here?
Will you forget I was here?
Will you forget I was here?
No one understands me better than the pink pocket knife my mom took from me when I was 14
Angels with mental illnesses
Angels needing medication
Angels with chronic illnesses
Angels with disabilities
Angels who are neurodivergent
The earth simply wasn't made for us we weren't made to bear witness to so much sin and beauty at the same time, it has short circuited us
god gave me the gift of feeling
but not the gift of understanding
i am lost in a fluid state of bewilderment and disarray
dancing to appease someone
whether that is god, myself, or for the collective, I am uncertain
i don't know why I dance but I know I can't stop
i don't know how to dance but I do know how to lose myself to music
but I don't know if this is my music or another's
i just can't stop dancing and my body aches it's hard to breathe and I'm dizzy
my name, given to me by god, means nothingness, to be vain, immoral, wicked
is that really who I am
okay