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Running down the lost track
Every shadow disappears
Breathing in midnight's black
Sends you feeling many fears

Pulsating fleeting lights
A periphery of dreams
Flying in the void of nights
Gliding in infinite streams

Ground is hard and fear's shallow
Step around its many teeth
It gives you orders to follow
From all around and from beneath
boo
Sword clad men at the end of the myst
Strange motifs on their shields and their robes
Foreign eyes of a day reminisced
When they thought low of xenophobes
As they walk their hand loses them
Their eyes close their thoughts back away
They wonder when does victory come
They know that silence leads the way

No one runs anymore
On the forsaken field
No order therefore
No more fate left to seal
"Look, this has to end somewhere"
Because it's easy
You can say anything
People will make it make sense for you
When you don't care
In any way
If there's any beauty to see
Before you die
You are lost and content
You don't have to care
About tragedy
Does it mean
you should have a choice ?
But why though ?
For all the thoughts
Lost in decency
Like hell we fought
To save our apathy
We lead the way
But won't show you back
You're there to stay
It's all on your back
The dreams, the sorrows
The anthems, the wings
Not much tomorrows
Way too many kings
We are alone
Without you along
Our skies are gone
And yours won't stay long
The church gives out innocence
Walled in
High at the
Top of a
Peak
I can tell all around

Peaking
From a
million windows
I can see just fine

I put
My ear
Down to the
Cold floor
I can hear every sound

Alone
I wait for them
To show their face
'Cause I can't see mine
No steppy on snek
I am
Sorry
I have no idea
What I mean
To
Say
It's just
like the filter is broken
I don't know any ins and outs
Some sort
Of Fog of war
I can't
It's all around
All I hear
Is thoughts over your voice
All I see
Is something new
Of course
If I knew how to speak
I could tell you
insanely beautiful
Things
But I'm
Reduced
To
This
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You might lose your sanity to intellect
But you can't lose your soul to love
From whom you might smile with delect
For what you place up and above

You might find you cannot pretend
To anywhere beyond a map
To anyone before yourself
Exist it does and time I spend
Everyone's wrapped up in this trap
Swinging along atop the great bookshelf

A window from another world
To open time, and times again
So you can see those words we hurled
Out of our eternal fear, in vain
You can be lost in some beautiful ways
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