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Open your eyes and fall in line
It's time to stand up against Time
It's time to get out of your mind
It's time to show them you're alive

And hear whatever's new to hear
And work on making the world clear
To find out there's nothing to fear
That everything will disappear

And out diseases start to creep
As memories begin to weep
Blank sheets are where fantasies sleep
Your stains are just making them cheap

And you'll keep wading through that stream
As the sun lets out its last beam
And you will let out so much steam
As you dive into the next dream
We couldn't possibly have been looking the wrong way the whole time, could we ?
Some machine eye is watching me
Dots in the rain, no one to see
Witnesses things, can't focus none
Grabbed at my skin but my soul's gone

Electric sight and steely gaze
Captured my face for unknown eyes
Deep behind iron irises
A few million roads set ablaze

This machine eye keeps watching me
Looks in a way nobody does
Prints out all the air that touched me
Knows every pattern I'd compose

Electric sight and steely gaze
Sees through me hiding in this maze
From under iron irises
It couldn't care less where it is

And machine eyes keep watching me
Accounting on my sketchy ways
Gathering lines from my body
Draws perfect pictures as always

Electric sight and steely gaze
Bolted in an eternal daze
Before their iron irises
Watch as another day rises

Please machine eyes keep watching me
For not from you I'd like to flee
Remember that I once was there
While you stay staring through the air
Imagine staring at the same thing for the entirety of your existence while not even being granted the satisfaction of boredom
I see their arms in the air
All the way down the road to sanctuary
I hear voices that tried to care
Amid sighs that held on for centuries

So tell me again, is this the end ?
'Cause I see their arms in the air
And I feel back home again

The signs are all around the road
It's lighten up written in bold why can't you see ?
Your veil, it really never moved, did it ?
It's a wonder how you can see at all

But please tell me again, is this the end ?
Now I hear their voice in the rain
And I feel back home again

Now, it's time to pack our bags, you see
Life is meant to be spent on the run
But no, I don't think you're coming with me
Either you follow me or you die here

I know exactly where I am
And I think you know who brought me here
And I see your arms in the air
And I just feel whole again
At lot of people lived and died in my head. I don't remember any of them
Drink a glass of water, take a shower, step outside
Don't get lost in your thoughts again
Cook yourself something, read a book and have a shave
Don't get lost in your thoughts again
Answer your friends' texts, clean your room and do your bed
Don't get lost in your thoughts again
Start writing a song and don't bother to have it rhyme
Don't get lost in your thoughts again

You want to get away from here
There's thing from which you should stay clear
You'll run away and disappear
You want to get away from here

I don't remember which way's home
I can't believe you're that far gone
You thought I would just stay back here
I turn around and down the hill your run

Let the wind run trough your hair
Dig trenches in your head
You know the way, down the hill you run
While this wholesome world flies around the sun

And the sun, now, it's in my eyes, now
And your eyes
Will never see the day now
It's too late, no
It's too bad
How things leave when you look away
Now
I won't go
No
In your cave to speak wth you

You want to get away from here
You want to get away from here
You'll run away and disappear
You want to get away from here
Therapist said it would be a good idea. JK, therapists are for rich people
They wander off before my eyes, listening around
They march onward, staunch, cold as ice, blinded by the sounds
They charged through every battlefield, never picked a side
Contempt is all that waits for them, around these fading flags

And when the world is dead to them, fallen in disgrace
The blood of those who hide their word's running down their face
As everyone just walks right through what they're standing for
Away from all that can be true, and what was there before

They know, they know, but at least the world,
They know, their way around it they know,
Their way around, they know
But at least the world is changing
But at least the world, is changing

They wander in behind my eyes, observing around
They fly away then each come back, ten times before noon
They'll, tear down every wall you build, it's what they live for
And then nothing will ever be as it was before

And when the world is dead to them, fallen in disgrace
The blood of those who hide their words, will run down their face
And then the people of the norm will hold onto their pace
Away from all I thought was true, and all I'm living for
We all walk in the same direction and still manage to collide with one another
Imagine how much larger cities were
Back when you had to walk through them
Walls and pathways unraveling
Roofs chewing through the skies
It would be the only one you'd see
You wouldn't see it all
And thousands faces everyday
Thousands of doors going their way
And milions of windows
Which would see the world once a day
To each their tired strident noise
To each their tiny room

You would carve your street through your feet
And you would know what its name means
Remember what some walls meant
Or what some would be trying to
Many great things you'd like to see
Were simply built for you to see
By people who died long ago
But meant to show you some nice things
To live around and die under
They wouldn't have bothered
If they didn't think you'd be there

Walls seem to stand against the seas
Of leaves , water, or flying sand
While signs would tell you where you are
And tell you where to go
All around arms dance through the air, try
Looking for somewhere new to build
A place where you could have beeen born
And see what can be done
In that place where grandparents played
Where many grandkids would
Under a flag that stood so close

Soon serenity will prevail
And sky begins to lose its grip
On former people's houses
Gently sinking into the past
Some chiseled bricks
Will lay to rest beneath the silent waves
As forgotten as you
were already long ago
Then nobody more would know
Please do something
Because I haven't seen Venice yet
I've been told old rocks have been pilled up on eachother in a quite meaningful way there
The more you know
About artists
The less likely you will
Make any art

I went to meet
The Lord of words
But within His pages
I'm

I went to show
The first reader
And ever since I
Have become God
How can you think about existence while still existing ? Also why is there something instead of nothing ? Well, can "nothing" exist ? Does this text make any sense whatsoever ? It would make sense for it not to
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