Empty men without regrets
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Leaning against each others shoulders
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Open spaces fill the gap
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Where reason reigned and fell
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And I see vapour coming out
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Of every crack in the framework
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Caught in a vortex between false
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Perceptions and reality
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Forever
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Dead frequencies kill the intellect
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And truths that only raindrops see
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Frail bodies out in the periphery
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Walk like ghosts across the screen
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It begins again
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Echoes
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| Cult Of Luna |
