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I'll wade these stagnant waters for eternity

Watching for your eager hand to slow for me

And there's never any traffic riding these highways

The pavement burns due only to the sun's pale gaze

Will it always be this way for me?

Walking on such abiotic fringes

All of my patience hasn't paid for me

But sooner or later…

I roam through empty hallways and stale corridors

Rusted are the pipelines from which life once poured

And stairs leave off to ancient depths of still debris

Mist licks at their severed ends and blackness proceeds

Will it always be this way for me?

Walking on such abiotic fringes

All of my patience hasn't paid for me

But sooner or later…

Little differentiates the night from the day

The new sun becomes muted but continues to plague me

My eyes stay fixed on the unhealing wounded sky

It won't let me forget the grave reason why

Will it always be this way for me?

Walking on such abiotic fringes

All of my patience hasn't paid for me

But sooner or later…