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Transfixed by a distant chaos |
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Locked inside a violent womb |
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Brood into frenzy |
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I witness what's foredoomed |
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Amid seven in a subway car |
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Tearing towards a country |
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Emblems drenched in darkness |
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Twisting their faces from me |
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Ubiquitous market |
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With the innocence watching |
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To see what's on the table |
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To see what it's costing |
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We will debauch and debase them |
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Then be sickened by their sins |
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Blank books and baby bastilles |
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Will follow hollow hymns |
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In steepled business buildings |
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Housing holy banks |
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They manufacture messiahs |
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Upholding human ranks |
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Back stair descent |
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Through sentient corridors |
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Presumed escapes |
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Just roomfuls of foreigners |
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Dizzying signals |
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And fleeting flashes |
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Have led me backwards |
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Through dream and ashes |
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Transfixed by a distant chaos |
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Locked inside a violent womb |
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Transformed to a newborn chorus |
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That's sung from a sacred wound |
