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Here in this passage with the mist up to my knees - a frightened savage pounding panels, |
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I beat on every door I see but I get no answer. |
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Yet I know I'm not alone cos I hear laughter and I know it's all for me. |
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And I know there's no returning because the gods must be appeased, |
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and, of the millions, they nominated me. |
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And I'll walk 'til they forget as we'd forget. |
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I'm all theirs to disrepect and I plea guilty. |
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Call it 'murder by exclusion'. |
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Call it criminal neglect... |
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Just how many false confessions will it take me? |
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Must I climb the mountain? |
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Must I cry against a wall? |
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Am I doomed to stay marooned here in this hall. |
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Shipwrecked in this gaping hole in time. |
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In this lost museum that's forever closed inside. |
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A place where nothing dies, it only crumbles. |
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The statues turn their backs and just collapse in piles of ashes, |
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fragments, remnants, ruins, trash... |
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They torched this temple years ago but they left the ghosts to moan on glowing coals, |
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in a hall that leads to a hall |
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that leads to a hall |
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that leads to a hall... |
