| Endless dark next to clustered light
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| Just like itself, never different
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| I guess a life without
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| Borders is what we want
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| To walk out the door, never look back
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| We’re just another fragment next to other divisions
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| Neighboring strangers we’ll never know
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| We never keep distance
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| Searching for reality, implement to coincide
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| So many other worlds and lost ashes
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| Picking up what others left behind
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| Only to find, only to find
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| Pieces of the end of another time
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| Repeated again are we left behind
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| Time is nowhere at all
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| Until we force it on so many lives
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| False appearances stripping culture
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| With an end to everything we know
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| Parasitic vultures destroying the earth
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| Worms are like a cancer
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| They eat the insides waiting for the host to die
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| We never talk to strangers, stay inside
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| Searching cities giants falling down
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| Only to find, only to find
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| Pieces of the end of another time
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| Repeated again are we left behind
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| Time is nowhere at all
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| Until we force it on so many lives
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| False appearances stripping culture
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| With an end to everything we know
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| Simulate heavens dimensions (mocking)
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| Immensity ever stretching, pulling
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| We can turn back time
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| Create windows
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| To houses we can’t see
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| Unlocking backdoors through the hallways
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| Daunting recognitions, too familiar
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| We’re fighting existence
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| There’s nothing left to find in this circuit
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| Macrocosmic eye, circumvent hollows
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| Syringes pump the sky, to create something called time |