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Running through the fields

Down the ones you think you need

Throwing off the chains, cursing years in vain

Living in a myth, the boundaries of which lie in decay

The body seeks to convalesce

The earth we deem it's own redress

Residuum amongst the stars

Fortuned sons of fractal eyes

Lay down the tools of war and gold

To die and metamorphosize

As we walk the path it fades

Disengage and ties become unwound

Don't resist the grain, set fire the ground