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Time bent out of shape |
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A swirl in the waters of Lethe |
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Time stretched impossibly thin |
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Webs beneath the laughter |
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Silence for the master |
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Time striking poses at life |
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A prancing and prideful accountant |
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Time dragging cold feet behind |
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Webs beneath the laughter |
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Breathe the sticky sweet |
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(It is the way, it is the way, the only way) |
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Never-ending rooms where nothing seems to move |
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Breathe the sticky sweet |
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(It is the way, it is the way, the only way) |
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Liquid clinging hours neatly stowed away |
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Just endless choking time tracing patterns in the dust |
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Time waiting only to pass at a glance |
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So hungry to find and devour us |
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Time smirks and gloats at our backs |
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eating all our hope away |
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Time, time, time |
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Time stretched unbearably thin |
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Webs and woe and laughter |
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Silence for the master |
