| Wish I could make sense of the patterns
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| Interwoven in-between us
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| We stab and twist and bark and bicker
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| Consider equals beneath us
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| The walls stretch so high up over me
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| With every fleeting step I take, beneath me the foundations begin to shake
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| The walls are starting to torture me
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| With no footing to make and nothing to grip
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| As I wither away
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| (I don’t want you to watch me set both of my lungs on fire
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| So close your eyes once again, let my dpravity transpire)
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| We can shed this fram
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| Feel our bodies consumed
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| By the light of the Moon
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| Is it over? |
| Is it over?
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| If we are
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| Impermanent
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| Where’s the risk in starting again?
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| Go, ascend
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| Along the line of those who came before you
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| Watch the light bend
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| Let the shackles of doubt be shattered now
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| Make it stop
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| Wish I could remember desire
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| Reacquaint myself with reason
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| Watching my ignorance and bliss elope;
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| Gone like the change of a season
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| The walls are inciting a change in me
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| There is a stench, a disease whenever I try to breathe through my frail decay
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| We can shed this frame
|
| Feel our bodies consumed
|
| By the light of the Moon
|
| Is it over? |
| Is it over?
|
| If we are
|
| Impermanent
|
| Where’s the risk in starting again?
|
| Wish I could make sense of the patterns
|
| Interwoven into this mess
|
| We stab and twist and bark and bicker
|
| Like we’re all under duress
|
| The walls are starting to torture me
|
| With no footing to make and nothing to grip as I
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| Wither away
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| The walls are inciting a change in me
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| Feel our bodies consumed
|
| By the light of the moon
|
| Is it over? |
| Is it over? |