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Inside the beige expanse |
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Between the two extremes |
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Reality begins to flicker |
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A wall with no detail |
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A face with no expression |
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A gun with a missing trigger |
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No anger or despair |
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No ecstasy or bliss |
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Just a husk left with no feeling |
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Shambling through life |
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In non-descript surroundings |
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A soul that's worth concealing |
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No ups |
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No downs |
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Emotion gone |
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No blood |
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No soul |
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Automaton |
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Emotionally inert |
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Sporadically alert |
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The drone of the world is numbing |
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The traffic howls outside |
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The rumble of machines |
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Seem to warn of what is coming |
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The pressure starts to build |
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While the surface is pristine |
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There's no sign of doom impending |
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But cracks begin to form |
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An aperture in bloom |
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A threshold to somber endings |
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No ups |
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No downs |
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Emotion gone |
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No blood |
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No soul |
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Automaton |
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Distant and detached |
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Impassive and aloof |
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The bullets start to rip through the building |
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Splinters taking flight |
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Through nebulas of smoke |
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And the cries of the unwilling |
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Emotion overwhelms |
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A hurricane of fear |
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A moment of realization |
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The monster hid inside |
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Until it couldn't sleep |
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A disastrous abomination |
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No ups |
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No downs |
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Emotion gone |
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No blood |
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No soul |
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Automaton |
