In absentia, without sound
Attribute wisdom to a still tongue
Breathe in
Current swill is sour
The intangible of never
Bitterness biting
Consciousness se
Standing ground for falling days,
Overwhelmed with harming ways.
Illusion is in
Force-fed resurrection
Swirling misconception
Searching for the calm
Lost within
No one and nothing will ever remain true
somehow someway we
Tonight in the air
You can feel the tension burning
the lies
Past is desperate for a future so it can have
Look away, to returnStart again, never learnPast echoes, ears bleedEyes
Dew soaked ringDawn's first lightSpeak no soundBlinders strapped on tightDownCag
This is the last timeThat I will ever regretThe things
Puppet strings must be cut from belowThere is no manifest
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