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To what form shall we return?
Expert lens or knowing ignorance?
I can't decide what's worse
Be present or escape?
Apathy or hate?
Clasp my hands like shells in sand
Pressed by waves
A silver reprimand
The misery of the many
Is so very
Heavy
Heavy
Heavy
I can't live in a constant state of worry
I know the crash is coming soon
I can't look to faded constellations
I know they call to you
Trust me, I feel it
To what form shall we return?
Close the door on planning my rebirth
My reverie and my envy
Are my undoing
Hiding
I'm fucking hiding
Let's call it what it is
I can't live in a constant state of worry
I know the crash is coming soon
I can't look to faded constellations
I know they call to you
They call to you
They call to you
Just like you wanted them to
They call to you
Just like you wanted them to
They call to you
To all of you
You