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Find your way to wither
At least make a choice
For you ain't nothing special
But I know you know
Time to seal my future
To give up the masquerade
Set the stones, define the circle
I am on my way
Reconcile your little empty
Mindless absurdities
Oh my little, little brat
Why don't you take a bite right off me?
A narrow escape
Yet shadow takes on a more definite shape
Formation riding on a wave of ends
Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo
Duration reaching out for breathing time
A fall in on the rise, at heart
Now be a
Slave and spend your every single day in vain
Or react to the fact that you
Might as well be gone tomorrow
I can't deny I'll never comply
With your static forms and rules
Who made who, who claims to be true
Tiny midgets on parade
Perceptions roar
Emerging from oblivion
Resemble grief
Among the ruins of tragedy