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Night has a certain kind of vibe Pitch black Oozing with death Breathing We want it stop Keeping it from falling Down into that grim phosphorescence Like an umbrella Falling Into a current on the streets The streets once paved in gold Fractured by the crescendo of machinery cracking Fractured by them Fractured by leaders of a corrupt nation A corrupt kingdom for only the wealthy businessman Again And now in the dark the gold pavement is but only an artifact Stumbling Falling into the ashes The ashes of a fallen nation A nation once living in gold
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Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 1:01 PM UTC
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Night has a certain kind of vibe Pitch black Oozing with death Breathing We want it stop Keeping it from falling Down into that grim phosphorescence Like an umbrella Falling Into a current on the streets The streets once paved in gold Fractured by the crescendo of machinery cracking Fractured by them Fractured by leaders of a corrupt nation A corrupt kingdom for only the wealthy businessman Again And now in the dark the gold pavement is but only an artifact Stumbling Falling into the ashes The ashes of a fallen nation A nation once living in gold
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Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 1:01 PM UTC
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