| Bodies in a state between life and death
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| Holding on to bits until your heart stops dead
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| Bodies alive at a much slower rate
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| Climbing barriers, there’s no open gate
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| Mask your face to breathe in air
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| That’s the kind of something that a man can’t bear
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| Bodies move language, filled with suspense
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| Binding feet, hands, arms, and legs
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| Bodies blackened, burned by intent
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| Ignited by a future instinct in your head
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| Deafening sounds, so viral, intense
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| Now you can see why the numbers make sense
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| Dark shifting, lines a-curve
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| Sending signals, tangling nerves
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| Bodies straining, desperately afight
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| Clinging to a dream of an afterlife
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| Light glaring, no colour, no shape
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| Touching the senses before you escape
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| Bodies regain from core to core
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| Connecting up the future through a parallel door
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| Bodies in a state between life and death
|
| Holding on to bits until your heart stops dead
|
| Bodies alive at a much slower rate
|
| Climbing barriers, there’s no open gate
|
| Mask your face to breathe in air
|
| That’s the kind of something that a man can’t bear
|
| Bodies move language, filled with suspense
|
| Binding feet, hands, arms, and legs
|
| Bodies blackened, burned by intent
|
| Ignited by a future instinct in your head
|
| Deafening sounds, so viral, intense
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| Now you can see why the numbers make sense |