| A scientist a golden age
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| Impending finitude of progression made
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| And the doom of knowing knowing’s limits
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| That they could come any day
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| A selfish wish apply a brake
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| Slow the with which we fill up the page
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| Cause the closing of the covers colors life in inescapable gray
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| We have found once the friction is lifted
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| Inertia becomes our sworn enemy
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| So we fight for life
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| With the limits out our reach
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| We implore the sky
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| To unfurl past infinity
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| So dies safety
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| We didn’t need it
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| It just killed what we loved anyway
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| A picket fence a quiet street
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| Another mile from the siren’s ringing
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| Is a polished politician’s promise prior to the poll’s opening
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| The losing of identity
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| Endless acres paved with homogeny
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| The parking lots and buildings block the blood
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| Till it all becomes numbing
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| We have castrated cost and conviction
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| Our pallets pallid with separated paint
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| So we fight…
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| All we loved we cannot hold for long
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| The waves that collide they double in size
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| Are perceived from the pier by four adjusted eyes
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| That had widened in time in the darkness of night
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| But the energy augmented soon must subside
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| It was gone in that moment we tried to hold tight |