| A City of the blind
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| Their vile inhabitants
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| Abashed by their own lives'
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| Insignificance
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| The silent void of cogitations
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| Absence of signification
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| Committed to burn twice as long and half as bright
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| We’re dashing forward with our eyeballs turned inward:
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| until the end of time, the human eye
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| Staring wide-open into the horror of the mind, shall never ever sleep again
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| We have awoken from our sleep
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| Nevermore shall we be unheeding as the flock of sheep
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| Grazing ingenuously
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| Living blithely
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| Roaming insouciantly
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| Forgetting instantly
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| Every night
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| I’m swooping with the vast span of my wings
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| Into the death-throes of my memory: the eternal scourge of the human mind
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| I’m wandering in times which are not mine
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| Terrified of what I’m about to find
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| I’m trying to stop the past’s rapid flight
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| I’m wandering in times which are not mine
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| Lost in between the shit and the shine
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| The snake of fear creeps into our hearts at night
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| Subdueing every mind at bedtime
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| What will it take to arrive
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| And cease trying to stop the past’s rapid flight?
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| How much more do I have to go through
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| To prove myself that I’m still alive? |
| We are living in pain
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| The wind of the past will always shake you in the end
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| We’re waiting for the day
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| When we will attain the ability to forget
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| For, every day of our lives, the present is painful
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| The future unknown
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| The sting of the past is what makes every moment unbearable
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| The future is overgrown |