For Release from text.bed by No Curfew Kids

We are descended from the stars
That’s how we know who we are
In every passageway found and synapse flipped
It changes up quite some bit

Surfaced thoughts and where to find
And dine and progress to much unrest
The stars they shine and show their ways
Each one burned away to fade

Somewhat dim yet somehow blighted
Arrival times not yet decided
Most will find it out those ways
Enveloped into dust and paper frame

In riddle form it’s found to rot
Regarding regal reject eight
In such face facade erase
Find out when it falls down in case

Erase erase to much less face
It fans out cold and rules the race
Eight numbers on it for the clicking
When you release you hear ticking

Seconds come after the clearings
Much to do about the meanings
Behind great figures whose trending
Without beginning much less ending

Separate promises we’re spending
Amid drama fights and hooligans

But it’s just nothing without you again
You, you, you and then some more of them
It’s all worth it for the thrill of it
Catching up on past shenanigans

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