I escaped this place with my shirt intact,
almost.
And inch tall
What has everything come to? It’s not safe there anymore.
Tonight, we freez.
The soulless stare from the glass reflections
is the
Upon this point, the evidence is overwhelming. What's this
The known frontier radiates into nothing. It even dies without
It's like sailing through sand,
but only we fit through.
Stop the
We watched you pick up all you had,
stand up, walk
Ripped at the seams, this blanket’s been torn. Old and
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