Sont-ils prisonniers? [French: Are they locked in?]
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Devrais-je les libA¨Ïrer? [French: Should I release them?]
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This seclusion frightens me
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What happened to youthful armies,
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Manicured gardens,
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Proud role models?
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Now I sit
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Dependent zombie
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Longing for the physical
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One can't destroy energy
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One can only transfer it
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What if I never acknowledged reality
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Could I avoid it?
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Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky
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Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to hell
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Grabbing air pockets to free yourself
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You trip on extra limbsA?
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And crumble in
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The dirt feels cold and soft
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Seems so foreign yet so welcoming
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You hear the Earth breathe and for a moment, laying there
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Get an internal perspective
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Molecule mix and flesh confuses with elements
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You aren't sure about getting up
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Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the Earth isA?
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The way to live for centuries
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Coffins float upside down like cumulus
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Knock and see who's inside!
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You wonder how the doors don't swing open
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Are they locked in?
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Should i release them?
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You leave footsteps of fire
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So no one can follow your tracks
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I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back
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You never told me that I would get so badly burnt
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I always freeze upon contact now
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So the flames don't hurt
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Does controlling pain make it void
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If energy is transferred, not destroyed?
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I invite them to all join
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Forcing confusion through ballpoint
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Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cut-outs?
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I still feel the strangulation throttling me out
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This is still not the way you want to end
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The leaves swing down to tuck you in
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This is where you won't wake up again
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I hope you will - I'm just not convinced
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You feel the mantle pulse
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The fissures throb
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The nucleus bellows
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You see those around you
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Who felt it all along
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Black eyes and superior senses
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Curious noses seem
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They seem apathetic
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Should they really care?
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They know they knew what we refuse to understand
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Prevention only goes so far
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Make way for the newborn
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There's only so much carbon in the work
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Take a number
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You've had your time
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Get in line
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You must be this good to ride
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You leave footsteps of fire
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So no one can follow your tracks
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I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back
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You never warned me that I would get so badly burnt
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I always freeze upon contact now
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So the flames don't hurt
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You must be this good to die
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Revenge Of The Dadaists
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The Agonist |