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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: 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? 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 |