Founder's Canon
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elusional illusion, confused and used to bruises
The fuse is the problems reduced to tightened nooses
The truth is, life couldn’t hang me if it tried
I refuse it from insanely deep inside
I can prove it, you just name the place and time
I’ll remove it, turn around and face the tide
And I’ll use it to improve my way of life
Making darkness turn into a ray of light
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