| Unexpected wavelengths
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| Pulsating through my glass window
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| Vision unclear
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| I’ve lost the signal
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| Of my own clouded perception
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| I cannot harness these foreign senses
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| Watching the glass shatter upon itself
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| I’ve dwelled upon thin ideals
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| It’s casting a shadow upon my innocence
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| To hold it above us
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| There’s a great pull (great pull)
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| Levelling our weakened belief to the ground
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| So are we able to sustain this form
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| That’s crushing our design?
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| Built by undeveloped code
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| I feel my breaks starting to malfunction
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| Within my intellect
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| I had to gasp for air
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| As the pressure crushes my shoulders
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| It then pulls me down to zero (zero)
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| I see my vantage point
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| Ever changing
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| Through the flux of seasons
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| The lucid truth would have sufficed
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| As my mind bled its hollow thoughts
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| It opened my eyes
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| As it overflowed from my consciousness
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| I am now struggling to breathe
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| Break through the sky that has sheltered me
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| And bring me onward
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| Move towards the storm
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| Where the force acts to enlighten our minds
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| Move on, for there is more to endure
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| We exist in a complex reign of systems
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| But refuse to let it define us
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| We were built to rebuild ourselves
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| To evolve
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| I’ve dwelled upon thin ideals
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| It cast a shadow upon my innocence
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| To hold it above us
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| I will no longer descend to the ground |