| I wonder if he’ll stand before me again, if we’ll make peace in that same
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| blazing light
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| I lost sight long before sleep, for hours I’ve wandered in the dark
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| Does he still stand firm on the horizon, patiently waiting, so sickly insisting
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| Or has he already walked into eternity? |
| A storm is rising and it’s late in the
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| night
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| I look up at the moon and down at the ground, but he’s nowhere around
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| Just say the words, he says. |
| Well, I wish it were that simple
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| Leave everything, everyone else behind. |
| Still, just say the words he says
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| Well, my throat is filthy old and dry. |
| I’ve said those words of trickery before,
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| That would bend and break my spine. |
| But this time around I’m sure I’ll be fine
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| On the horizon. |
| Between earth and sky. |
| Hovering above water
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| Moving closer. |
| With fire in his eyes
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| I could claim I’m possessed, but at best I’m a dissembler in disguise
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| Hiding behind affectations. |
| How do you live with yourself
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| Once you surrender to the word? |
| It’s not as if I haven’t tried already,
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| And gone under more times, than I dare to remember
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| I could say I lost my ground, just this one last time
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| Cursed is the word that’ll describe. |
| The feeling I bear inside;
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| Loveless, pitiless, relentless. |
| In the company of snakes,
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| I find complacency. |
| How can I stomach the horizon
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| That perpetual light and let the devil take the hindmost?
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| On the horizon. |
| Between earth and sky. |
| Hovering above water
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| Moving closer. |
| With fire in his eyes |