| Slipping through these shallow days
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| Hide your face, disguise your gaze
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| Suit yourself to new deceit
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| Your borrowed lines are incomplete
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| Just a call sign, just a shadow
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| Adjust the lens, align your torso
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| From vacant streets, you watch them wate
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| Watch them stare, watch them race
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| Moveing under hallowed judgment
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| Remove the base, destroy the contents
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| Shards of mirror and shards of glass
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| Outer darkness, overcast
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| Coming into fallacy
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| You’re done, you rise up slowly
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| Wiping pain from tired eyes
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| No tears flow, you’re mesmerized
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| Lying flat staring at the ceiling
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| Watch your breath, slow your breathing
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| Note the time, records pale figures
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| Scratch your itch, regain your vigor
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| Dismanteling set diagrams
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| Setting forth a new program
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| Slipping through these shallow days
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| Hide your face, disguise your gaze
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| Losing meaning to assignment
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| Losing ground in a war climate
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| Losing sight to heightened states
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| Losing purpose to decided fate |