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sometimes I think i'm goin' blind
and even in my mind;
I can't seem to see
so if you know i'll never find
all the things i've left behind
are really leaving me
if the mirror ever shows what you will never be
and humanity is all too hard ta come by
meet me under skies where the thunder's drawing nigh
i know the stars are fallin' but i cannot tell you why.,.
the moon is turning red and our weather lady said that
"the earth doesn't know which way it's spinning
is it the last of a limit and a first for the finished
or is it just the end of the beginning?"
i used to be good at pretending
but they just aren't convinced anymore
now there's counterfeit charisma coming out of every pore
and miracles may come to die as we know whats in store
is living with the enemy the only way to thrive?
these breathing will be envious of others not alive
can they manufacture monumental methods to survive?
or is this what we will hear when we arrive?
