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Beneath the Sand

de Mirrors

Another dream obliterated, another moment was killed
You're a churning disease, and you won't ever bend me to your fucking will
We burn rungs on the ladder to keep us warm, create something to evoke in us
Such a fleeting chance
Don't we all seek to feel broken?
(You think that they won't find their way)

You think that they won't find their way?
Perhaps if your demand is bulldozing
Injures the chance to clench the day
They own the rights to their purpose
You'll bury me with perfect memory's with people just like me legends I met along the way
'Cause time is a fucking circus

You seize the hands and combat the fall
While lights ablaze
And the clock melts off the wall
Don't like my ways?
That's my choice to make
Don't we all seek to feel broken?

You think that they won't find their way?
Perhaps if your demand is bulldozing
Injures the chance to clench the day
They own the rights to their purpose
You'll bury me with perfect memory's with people just like me legends I met along the way

This feeling is infectious
You fucking disease, we won't bend to your will
Don't like my ways?
That's my choice to make
'Cause time is a fucking circus

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