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Mar 2012
There’s a place, deep inside our minds
Where we create; then we send it into space
Just a trace, a thread slithering through time
No face, just tales of our beautiful kind

But, for now we’re spinning around
These same old towns
Just looking for a place to try again

We go round, and round, and round
We try up, we try down
And now we’re lost again

But that’s okay…

It’s a shame; yeah it’s a downright crime
The human shape, once considered divine
Just a crate, to contain the master’s time
No face, just a couple dollar signs

So, for now we’re spinning around
These same old towns
Just looking for a place to die again

They spin us round, and round, and round
We look forward, we look back
And now we’re lost again

But that’s okay…for now
Ishmyre of the Inferiors
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Ishmyre of the Inferiors  9th Ring of Saturn Box 7
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