| The land of no return
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| It’s quiet here
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| No life forms
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| And no calls get through
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| Communication runs cold
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| We were only concepts
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| We were only dreams
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| One ear to the earth
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| One eye on heaven
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| Will the stars grow between us
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| Until we finally disappear?
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| One ear to the earth
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| One eye on heaven
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| We are strange mirrors
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| When we fall off the map
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| Where are the ships on these sea-less maps?
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| Who will cross the bone-drift
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| Moonless night?
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| Refracting into a thousand colours
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| From the light to consume and divide
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| Blinking out like a lost lighthouse
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| Somewhere in forgotten zones
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| Grant us oh oracle
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| Of the grave-ward eye
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| One glimpse throught
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| The veiled temple of light
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| Sulphur grief priests
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| Drip down from the lashes
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| Bell-metal chimes
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| The toll of death marches
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| The toll of death marches…
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| The land of no return
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| It’s quiet here
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| No life forms
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| And no calls get through
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| Communication runs cold
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| Out there we are truly nameless
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| Out there we’re null and void
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| Out in the open we are everywhere
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| Scattered strangers waiting for something to occur
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| For the emptiness to consume us…
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| Will the end be ever near?
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| I beg the truth but fear to ask my purse lips move but are incapable of speech
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| Repeating ghost on endless tides
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| Can only salute in gestures and smiles |