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All my ideas will remain the same,All my ideas will remain the same
All my ideas will remain the same, For I am he, who has no name.
To write is what I want, to live is what I crave. But all these unwanted ambitions by me have been making me depraved.
Will I ever get what I want? Will I ever get what I need? They call me a freak, for all I do is dream big and sleep.
No single ambition can help my greed, because all i want to do is help everyone get freed.
All they need is a hero to save them, from the chains set by those people, who also don't have a name.
All my thoughts will stay the same, Because I am someone without a name.
I want to write, and I want to live. But these unwanted desires have been making me morally corrupt.
Will I ever get what I want? Will I ever get what I need? People call me strange because I dream big and sleep a lot.
No single goal can satisfy my greed, because I just want to help everyone be free.
They all need a hero to save them from the chains set by those people, who also don't have a name.