There is no one on the air
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I chase parading ghosts in burning memory
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Through empty shells of stolen moments
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As all the stains are reassuring us
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That they happened
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Poring over the fragments found, lost in portrayal
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Reflected back unto ourselves
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I've been reduced to a faded impression
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Attention paid, critical.
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These elements, they fail to align
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I realize this is passing
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Do they become something more
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Under the surface of an image paralyzed
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As we become nothing
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Spectral trails echo on the air
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Aperture set
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Projected whispers through empty shells of stolen moments pouring over
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Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time behind
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And I give myself to the truth
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Flesh fed to the piranhas
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Liar's blood it falls into water
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Where only the water survives
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I'll stare into my own false eyes
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And watch the life in them die
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The past will lay dead
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When the present is slain by the sword of eyes
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Watch these words run silent, run deep, run together
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You can't have it back
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You can never have it back
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Sword Of Eyes
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| Misery Signals |
