Shapes still melt into the smoke
Looking down at scattered bones
I used to keep a slender hope
'Til they spread above the stone
'Til they spread above the stone
I pulled the trigger by mistake
Floating at the aftermath
Slowly recognize the scale
We will be ephemeral
We will be ephemeral
Fact isn't what you see
Not anymore, what it used to be
Fact isn't what you see
Not anymore, what it used to be
Fact isn't what you see
Not what it used to be
I'm flowing with black water
To another surging sea
To another surging sea

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