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In time there is no progression

We will be lost

And so will you

Can you turn the page

you’re dying to read?

Can you see the things

dying to be?

We are so unresolved and full of it

Convulsions in the flesh

Oblige to the fun of the irony

In time we will be free

But we can’t wait for it again

I shed my skin as you turn away

I turn the bells

I reverse the effect

The joke’s on you but you’re not biting

You’re only biting time

Biding your time to see me dissolve

The sleep is over

We won’t be free

We cannot see

This isn’t over

In time we will see clear

We cannot stay

The sleep is over

Now it’s all over

Now it’s falling over me