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As I walk this tainted earth, dying concepts of right and wrong slowly vanish before my eyes in one last primal scream of acceptance, sentenced to serve as distant memories in the pantheon of time

Frame me this moment as the sky come falling down

Again, I find myself searching for crumbs of bread, yellow bricks instead of this grey, everyday route of false independence

An abyss teeming with smiles

Could you frame me this moment as the sky come falling down?

This concrete wall a sole witness, silent and grim

Never to speak of the pathos absorbed deep within

Its cold, gray stone my only infamy, lone legacy

Render me free

Could you frame me this moment of truth

to hang on my wall and observe

as the sky come falling down again?

Could you render me free of this grey,

everyday route of false independence?

Watch the bridges burn

Frame me this moment as the sky come falling down again

Frame me this moment to hang on my wall and observe

As the sky come falling down