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
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
Trampled downSacred groundPick up the piecesJust to get cutYou've got
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