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| 99% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 98% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 100% | Where is the light that shows the way? Where is the aid to oldest May? | ▶️ |
| 99% | These are my words, they're just my feelings They're all the sounds that I can hear They're all the phones for me to catch They're all the comments that I can see The only sound is this thunder A country just so far away from me I watch the lights and charge around me To a shadow and stone Where do I find them? To a shadow and stone Where do I find them? | ▶️ |
| 99% | Is that where it starts now? | ▶️ |
| 99% | That is an offensive buzz in your mind Can't suffer for reason in the behind Driving the sorrow to my respect No way you go, we don't care where you been | ▶️ |
| 99% | On my journey, so far and out of this world I have seen that things better left untold But once the day will come when all is three wheeled As people are prepared and then be strayed sealed Until that day comes I am sworn to fight All the four satans my race burning bright Where will to go on to whatever required truth The untapped, the placed souls and the clear fire Bored by the three worlds We fall to a pole There is one thing certain Our souls can't be sold | ▶️ |
| 99% | I peel the skin off my face like exposed to sydney's delay. My travels can destroy you, but unfortunately I have no idea where I've been. In the prison of my mind, a bunch of devices, spoons and speakable horrors to my friends. Bloodstains on my hands did not be washed away. I'm not losing it at last, you have to find myself inside or out of the furnace. I'm on the ground, all running to war in the first direction. There's no reason I have to take a few risks of your poisonous clothes and quartz from your veins. There's nothing left here to work for you, you can't handle that situation. I'm posing you inside or out. And your mere madness matters, and all that is left is a boring fucking mess. | ▶️ |
| 98% | Boom! Your house is gone, your family is dead Something that tastes like blood is dropping from your head People line up to where they don't know what to do Try not to start cranking, snow will come for you We're living a world as one by the big-ass roller gun When gotta stop cutting them swatch Unite and start back, boys like Batch We all deserve a revolution Escape, you will come for you | ▶️ |
| 98% | That is the place where the beast will call. | ▶️ |
