You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Like if I boarded a train / Trying to take in another station / Join us and the choice will be made / Unless we kill the lie as a nation
it was never the drug
it was the expansion
you cannot buy ๐ฆโโโ
you can only grow it
the container wants to grow
pain is a container that outgrew its input
addiction is a container that can't shrink
art is a container that teaches others to grow