| Unfamiliar stone of gray marked beginning and end of day
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| Reality sinks like an anchor in water
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| My body can’t stop shaking, convulsing
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| This is tragic and sickening
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| This is The Quiet Disconnect
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| No father should ever have to bury his son
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| Every breath exhaled leads me closer
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| But I’m starting to panic
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| Because I am finding it hard to grasp and comprehend that no ink could spill
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| from this pen
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| And meet the words to send, to tell you I can’t exist if you’re non-existent
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| Find your home in the sky to rest your soul
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| Even if your voice won’t move past your lips, I know we’ll speak again
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| And though I know you’ve died, I swear to god to try to keep your memory alive
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| We all flirt with death but feel like were invincible
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| Until one moment defines that we could be the next
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| Is there a point in drifting through life when everything I love will pass,
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| decay, and die?
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| My face is the pale-white of your skin, my lungs have no breath to be held from
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| within
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| I just want to know you’re safe and sound, not just a body beneath the ground
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| Oh god, I fear certain death and the end of day
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| But what I fear the most is who you’re going to take away
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| If there has to be a beginning, then I want you to show me the end
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| Fire spreads but I won’t let it burn this bridge
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| To give them life when my friends are dead |