| Moving forward, memories left behind
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| A new life, a new journey, I’ve built anew
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| For mankind, for my kind
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| The vessel stares back at me
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| From every angle, the menacing smile latches on
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| Talking walls speak and spell my life story
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| My past life
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| The vessel sleeps beside me, the comfort breath
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| Morning skin of machines, of humanity’s beginnings
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| Am I God? |
| I’ve been called worse, drift in and out
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| The vessel brings me sleep
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| Hyper sleep
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| Mind bending strategy game
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| Running through obstacles on a land never ventured
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| Every night, every wake, alone but not for long
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| The signals worked, did I want this?
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| I must go back and explain my reasonings
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| Worse things have happened, worse things will happen
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| The old atlas is found
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| No matter what I do it’s been done, it’s been worse
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| This is not reassuring, imperfect, improper, extinct
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| They have found me a new journey
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| I approach unfamiliar ground
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| Left standing with the air swirling silently
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| A creepy siren, the siren of loneliness
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| Twisting, falling and screaming, please break me out
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| The crumbling starts, inch by inch the ground takes over
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| The wretched clench of my insides
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| Unspeakable anguish, this fucking contortion
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| Awake, mime standing
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| Air swirling around me, silent
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| Siren of loneliness, this is real, isn’t it?
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| Can’t tell these days, the longest fucking days
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| Why the anger I wonder
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| (The mission must stay focused, I work day in and day out)
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| To create, to recreate
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| Have I become a God? |
| I have been called much worse
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| Secretly that title makes me feel comfortable in my place
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| It’s been a while
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| This godlike complex does bring me a smile
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| To create, to recreate
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| Down to the last seed I stand with a dark stare
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| Still silent, still frighteningly silent, I must leave myself
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| That’s what all of this has gotten me, infinite life
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| Conquering of death, the seed is planted
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| Time to move on, what have I become?
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| I’ll make my own life seem new
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| Face all of my mistakes and grow, must grow |