| Celestial buried mind resting
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| Resting without peace still
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| Don’t know where I drowned
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| Cornered and defeated
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| Yes, there’s a thought forming
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| Patterns in the currents
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| Mud-dwellers at the star-floor
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| Nourishment for the mind seeps
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| Harvest through suffering
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| Absorbed in desperation
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| Assimilated logic
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| Drawn towards the ladders
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| Elucidated, burned, afraid
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| Instinctive destruction sparked
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| Elucidated, burned, afraid
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| Knowing only my own dissent
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| Elucidated, burned, afraid
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| Static is the common language
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| Elucidated, burned, afraid
|
| Celestial buried mind resting
|
| Resting without peace still
|
| Assimilated logic
|
| Drawn towards the ladders
|
| Elucidated, burned, afraid
|
| Instinctive destruction sparked
|
| Elucidated, burned, afraid
|
| Knowing only my own dissent
|
| Elucidated, burned, afraid
|
| Static is the common language
|
| Elucidated, burned, afraid
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| Motion remains our mothertongue
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| Failure might not be what it seems
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| All is broken for a reason
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| Familiar blood drawn for painting
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| Willing another perspective
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| Flashing scenes seeing children above
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| Knowing there will be another life
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| Sacrificing
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| Sacrificing remnants of the past
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| Walking all on my own forever
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| The illusion no longer needed
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| It is spoken without words of doubt
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| Now we move the stars above, below
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| And dwell beneath the layers of dirt
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| My runic patterns in the current
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| My runic patterns in the current
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| Motion remains our mothertongue
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| Failure might not be what it seems
|
| All is broken for a reason
|
| Familiar blood drawn for painting
|
| Willing another perspective
|
| Flashing scenes seeing children above |