| Falling, falling from the top of the atmosphere
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| How did it come to this
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| The contagion takes the form of its carrier
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| Networking into a cold cage
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| Falling, falling cells from the clouds
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| Conforming, attaching, in a gentle burial
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| Nobody notices the growing piles
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| Interconnected for miles
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| Shut out, Shut down, Shut in from the outside
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| Beating on these walls, Beating on this cold hard door
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| Shut out, Shut down, Shut in from the outside world
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| No answer to my cries as the daylight dies
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| His hand reaches across medium and mainland
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| Holding, tightening, gripping, smothering,
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| and I swear if it ever lets up
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| I will never again ask for you’re protection
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| His gaze vicious as the eye of the hurricane
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| I was never prepared, unaware that I was
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| At the mercy of a miser once a friend
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| I followed his call into my city-sized grave
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| Solos: Bozdeck, Izzo, Bozdeck, Izzo, Rasmussen
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| Imprisoned here,
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| Struck down with fear
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| They told me to beware of the calm in the storm
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| But they themselves were hardly prepared
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| Your war stories only speak of the norm
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| Burdened by safety, blinded by a vision
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| That my life is my own, alone with my thoughts in this cave
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| They have become my only friends
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| Unlock the door, before I tear up the floorboards |