Do I only have conviction
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When my opinion lives in isolation?
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Is this portion of reality
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A frail and tangential foundation?
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Who mapped the course
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To this quizzical, grotesque junction?
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I can't romanticise these demons anymore
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I can't serenade another empty balcony
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I can't endure one more eve on this fetid ship
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With the insincere bounty of a mutinous soul
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The machine grinds ever on
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With a radiance perceived by wretched eyes
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That lead me home again when I'm blinded
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By the truth within my lies
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I can't romanticise these demons anymore
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I can't serenade another empty balcony
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I can't endure one more eve on this fetid ship
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With the insincere bounty of a mutinous soul
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Portrait
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| Chalice |
