| Marble clouds stretch, over there
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| As I try to follow
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| This hazy shade
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| This icy shade
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| Twisting and blurring in the distance
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| Footsteps, elusive, disappearing
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| Far away in a million directions
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| Anywhere, elsewhere, nowhere
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| But I would murder a thousand deaths
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| I could stop the clocks and hold my breath
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| To grasp you for real
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| To grab anything
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| Melting wax, cracking glass
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| Multiply your face in many forms
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| Fragments and fragments and fragments
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| In a tunnel of mirrors
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| In a corridor of sand
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| There’s a snowblinding glare
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| The horizons of maud land
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| And I roam and I crawl
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| Like drifting through aeon
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| Through iron walls abandon
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| I roam and I call for you
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| For I linger still
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| In this world of emptiness
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| I picture your fragrance
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| Through the afterflesh
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| Wings of lead over dormant seas
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| Burden of feathers
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| You, blue seraph, vanishing
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| Trying to flicker as you burn
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| In the hands of mighty sun
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| Incandescent solar flares
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| Consuming rainbows in your hair
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| Until you fall, hereafter
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| Far, far away
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| Dim lily-white light
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| Out of sight
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| And within smoke, within mist
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| Among dead and lying trees
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| I lose your track
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| I lose my way
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| And now this home is a maze
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| With children-headed walls
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| Spitting cries
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| Spitting wails
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| At my face
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| As I howl
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| And I die killing time
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| Counting hours, watching days fall
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| One by one
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| And I die spending my nights
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| On the paths of grief, serpentine
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| Waiting for glows to heal
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| Waiting for whispers to speak
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| Wishing for sleep to come
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| And restart everything
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| There is a silence where hath been no sound
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| There is a silence where no sound may be
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| There is this silence
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| Drumming, beating, bursting my ears
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| She rises, rises, higher and higher
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| Scratches the roof of universe
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| Then dives, alas, sinks in my veins
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| Drumming beating, breathing in my brain
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| This is the morphic waving endless void
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| A ghostly orchestra for swarms of insects
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| Scarabs and locusts and furies play in my chest
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| Drumming, beating, without rest
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| Can you see those devouring fires
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| Spreading infinity and silence, this silence
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| Don’t you hear the immaculate wings of absence
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| Drumming, beating in a deafening cadence
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| Humming blows, fractured ground, starlight in pieces
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| Dying haloes all around, melting seas and shrinking spaces
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| And where you as the world falls apart
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| Drumming beating, drowning in my heart
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| Drumming beating, drowning in my heart
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| There is a silence where no sound may be
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| There is a silence drumming beating, drowning in my heart
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| Silence will have taken your place
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| When I rise towards the surface
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| Six walls wide and blank
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| When I reach the riverbank
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| And now everything is nothingness
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| And nothingness is where I stand
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| Just a small twinkling star
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| Pulsing, carved in my hand
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| A green iris
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| Staring
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| Gazing
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| An eye wide open, a tiny fire
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| Tears and embers
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| Rolling along my fingers
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| And in every searing moonbeam
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| Through aching mercury dreams
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| In every scary night blow
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| I can guess your faith through the floe
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| Silence will have taken your place
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| When I rise towards the surface
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| Six walls wide and blank
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| When I reach the riverbank
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| And now everything is nothingness
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| And nothingness is where I stand
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| Just a small twinkling star
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| Pulsing, carved in my hand
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| A green iris
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| Staring
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| Gazing
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| An eye wide open, a tiny fire
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| Tears and embers
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| Rolling along my fingers
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| And in every searing moonbeam
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| Through aching mercury dreams
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| In every scary nightblow
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| I can guess your faith through the floe
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| But anyway…
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| The claws of gravity can crush me
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| And nail me deeply
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| Down to the earth
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| I will stay at the gate
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| Waiting and waiting
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| To slaughter and trample on
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| Those unlighted saints
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| Lying on the floor
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| Those beasts of prey
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| Those stealing whores
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| Those starving supernovas
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| Those infrablack omegas
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| Eating love, spitting grief
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| From above, from beneath
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| Changing children into silence
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| This silence
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| This drilling, pounding presence
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| Endless
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| Soundless
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| Terrifying sentence
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| Whirling louder and louder
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| This silence
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| As a drummer |