Blip. Blip. Blip.
Your hand forced by a dying call
You are made an eternal thrall
The light we sought is now fading again
The strength of man sets the rules of this game
The stars are moving so slow overhead
In the darkness these flames will burn 'til they're dead
In my mind is a picture, a single moment
That stirred up a maelstorm of thoughts and ideas
I am guilty of hatred and disgust at their ways
But I can do nothing as I'm not one of them
It's exactly the same
It's exactly the same
It's exactly the same
It's exactly the same
It's exactly the same
It's exactly the same
It's exactly the same
Skin-colored glimpses of a future, untoutchable
Living each day at her unknowing mercy
Pink sheath in my mind, it covers up
A ghost remains from last autumn
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