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The morning broke in eerie silence |
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The ground beneath us cracked and dry |
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Too self absorbed to even notice |
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The cracks that formed up in the sky |
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Twisting |
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Turning |
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Freezing |
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Burning |
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Tearing |
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Fusing |
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Lucid |
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Confusing |
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Forceful reception |
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Open rejection |
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Dreaming and waking |
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The process is taking too long |
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Take what we need at our convenience |
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Another quick means to an end |
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Too busy thinking of excuses |
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For a practice we can not defend |
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Collapsing under its own weight |
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The sky burns out |
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As we kiss oblivion |
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Upon its toothy mouth |
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Your well being does not concern us |
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Any worries you must keep inside |
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Do as we're told without a reason |
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We never think to question why |
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Collapsing under its own weight |
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The sky burns out |
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As we kiss oblivion |
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Upon its toothy mouth |
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We walk upon the fields of fire |
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The smoldering bodies of our dead |
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Our self-absorption is the reason |
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It's the gun we point at our own heads |
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Collapsing under its own weight |
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The sky burns out |
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As we kiss oblivion |
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Upon its toothy mouth |
