We are those who come to fight without a weapon in our hands

 
We're the goddess' of all that's not allowed. We're too smart to be real, we can't drop our guard and let ourselves be females. We fell in love in a hopeless picture, a picture that's not even human. 
We made it to the moon but we can't make it home.. maybe home is where the ideals are burnt to the core.
A nuclear fire start to burn in my heart..

 
 

I can feel it coming back again, like a rolling' thunder chasing the wind
J
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