| Floating imperceptible cinders
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| Back and forth a stare over the cosmic veil
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| As a star is dying nuclear winters' coming
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| Oh, entangled earth, distant eyes ablaze
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| Interweave forever into your hunger
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| As gravity collapses and light torn asunder
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| Sowing the seeds
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| Then burning the fields
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| We are burning the fields
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| Then sowing the seeds
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| Nothing lives or dies here
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| Just calumnies of matter onto the dark
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| It slips through our fingers
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| Unperceiving the emptiness
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| We are burning the stellar fields
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| I rise through debris and the dust
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| Who is this sun?
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| I always spoke to the stars
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| I rise through debris and the dust
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| Who was this sun?
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| I always spoke to the stars
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| Release me from myself
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| Fading back into the womb
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| That stellar, ethereal tomb
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| Just waiting for my moment to matter
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| And consciousness slept inside the stars
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| And we must remember that we forgot
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| There’s an immunity boundless ahead of it all
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| Further, always further from here
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| These memories are continuing
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| Ever onward before the dawn
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| Seeing as time we can’t escape
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| I’m drifting and fading and choking in here
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| These nightmares are continuing
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| Aching glimpses always in hiding
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| I’m begging, begging you for hope
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| I stumble through the rugged door
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| The crater of my being
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| Watching this heart graciously beating
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| Until it beats no more
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| Interweave forever into your hunger
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| As gravity collapses and light torn asunder
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| We are burning the stellar fields
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| I rise through debris and the dust
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| Who is this god?
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| I always spoke to the stars
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| I rise through debris and the dust
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| Who was this god?
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| I always spoke to the stars
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| I rise through debris and the dust
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| Who is this god?
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| I always spoke to the stars
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| Debris and the dust
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| Who are these gods?
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| Debris and the dust
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| They came from the stars |