| Starting with the sound
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| The sound of a drop
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| Shaping a single grain of sand
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| Seeping through time
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| Draining the enigma
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| The hunt is on
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| And as fear dictates the design
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| For the grand escape
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| And it’s slowly breaking down the branches
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| Breaking through
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| Negative energy
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| Turn the flow
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| Forcing this gravity to its knees
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| A crumbling statue decimates the posture
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| Leaving but a shadow of the former self
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| The eyes turning from crystal to blur
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| Revealing but a fraction of the brightness they once had
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| Spiraling
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| Further into the deep
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| Losing grip
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| Tearing this soul away at the seams
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| Breaking free
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| From this energy
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| Turn the flow
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| Breaking through
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| Tearing this soul away at the seams
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| Forcing this gravity to its knees
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| Circuits overload
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| Flooded with dopamine
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| Receptors malfunction
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| Dendritic trees wither and turn to dust
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| Washed away by a drop
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| Shaping a single grain of sand
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| The price paid becomes irrelevant
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| Reflections on actions become impossible
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| The descent continues
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| As the ties to the surface grow thinner and thinner
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| You’re disconnected
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| Sunken in deep slumber
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| This silence soothes my thought
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| There’s no stronger connection to ourselves than to be alone
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| Dragging water into the sea
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| Throwing fire at the sun
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| Breathing air into the wind
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| Digging up earth before the avalanche
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| I’m breaking through
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| Washed away by a drop
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| Shaping a single grain of sand
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| Seeping through time
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| Leaving a
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| Drained enigma |