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One |
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Nothing |
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Binary |
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Never-ending |
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Inconceivable |
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Celestial buried mind |
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Resting without peace; still |
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Don't know where I drowned |
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Cornered and defeated |
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Yet, there's a thought forming |
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Patterns in the currents |
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Mud-dwellers at the star-floor |
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Nourishment for the mind seeps |
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Harvest through suffering |
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Absorbed in desperation |
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(Elucidated, burned, afraid) |
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Assimilated logic |
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Drawn towards the ladders |
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Instinctive destruction sparked |
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Knowing only my own dissent |
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Static is the common language |
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Celestial buried mind |
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Resting without peace; still |
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(Elucidated, burned, afraid) |
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Assimilated logic |
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Drawn towards the ladders |
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Instinctive destruction sparked |
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Knowing only my own dissent |
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Static is the common language |
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Motion remains our mother tongue |
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Failure might not be what it seems |
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All is broken for a reason |
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Familiar blood drawn for painting |
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Willing another perspective |
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Flashing scenes seeing children above |
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Knowing there will be another life |
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Sacrificing remnants of the past |
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Walking all on my own forever... |
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...The illusion no longer needed |
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It is spoken without words of doubt |
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Now, we move the stars above, below |
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...And dwell beneath the layers of dirt |
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My runic patterns in the currents |
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My runic patterns in the currents |
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Motion remains our mother tongue |
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Failure might not be what it seems |
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All is broken for a reason |
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Familiar blood drawn for painting |
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Willing another perspective |
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Flashing scenes: seeing children above |