| Sliding down the mountain, as dusk passes to day
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| The antidote of elation, now lifeless masses wake
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| Jaws of suxiety open, the luring vampire of agility
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| A fatal invitation, sight hazing from me
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| Oh midnight mountain, I require, inner relocation
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| Back to pinnacles high
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| Drowning in empty faces, sinking in banal
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| I crave the isolation of eventide when perception climbs
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| I just need the injection, a dose to boost my flight
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| A sonic blast of moonlight, nucleus ignites
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| Oh midnight mountain, now I’m revived
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| Stimulus transcending, back to pinnacles high
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| Screaming at doleful skies, absorbing all my sighs
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| Responding to my cries
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| Downcast a thunder of reprise
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| Won’t let the next sunrise, signal my landslide
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| From ecstatic highs, I’m on top of their demise |