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Behind the curtain |
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Laid to ruins |
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Words that drift |
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Into oblivion |
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With every dawn |
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The world deforms |
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And as we fade |
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Our truth it dies |
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Our poetry of broken dreams |
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An abattoir of time |
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Deep in the hive of the serpent |
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We shed the disguises we have worn |
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A curtain of madmen |
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We are the illusions we have torn |
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Death and the labyrinth |
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Swallowed by earth itself |
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With every dawn |
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Of hunger and thirst |
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The world deforms |
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To a pale uncertain ash |
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Words without sound |
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Fade away - as they are swallowed |
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Swallowed by barriers and walls |
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Like a swarm |
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Deep in the hive of the serpent |
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We shed the disguises we have worn |
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A curtain of madmen |
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We are the illusions we have torn |
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Our poetry of broken dreams |
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An abattoir of time |
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Death and the labyrinth |
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Swallowed by earth itself |
