| The ground shakes as the soil turns gray
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| My response lies in this world in decay
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| Our weapons launched for targets that won’t sway
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| Drain this earth and remove its heart from its curse
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| And feed me on the broken because society has ridden of the reward for
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| succeeding
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| We as humans just sway in the wind that the world creates in remembrance
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| Today is ruptured and tomorrow is rapture
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| Memories of the past seem like the greater gift Like the greater gift of the
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| unknown future
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| Like stones
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| Phantoms remain inside the tomb
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| Shifting and wavering
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| Reconstruction is in order
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| A rehash to a system left to burn on autopilot
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| As the owner detonates the ship from the comfort of his home
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| As his ideas are set on self destruct
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| Like stones
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| Phantoms remain inside the tomb
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| Shifting and wavering
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| Remove your sheet and show them the haunt you bleed
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| Remark anything of value because you own nothing
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| A pawn who’s dismissive move is to lay down and rot
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| A phantom in broad daylight who looks the same as the drones bred after creation
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| Invisible
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| Invisible
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| Invisible
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| Don’t think you can change it because you will be stopped at the gate
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| Just turn around with an eye upon your back
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| And instill your thoughts to the hearts, hearts of the black
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| Illumination engagement of the dark days between us
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| I’ve spoken my mind just enough for you to take notice
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| And my words embed themselves in your conscience
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| I glow from the distance
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| I grow |