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These walls scream in deafening disarray

With mantras ingrained in matter grey

A future forged in silence

As you decay

A stumble in the right direction

Just speaking through me

Don't say why

Don’t let your shadow fall here

The gold you wear is coal to me

From nothing comes the air you breathe

Masquerade

Running away

Only way to ease the pain

Walk on the edge of a razor

Praying for sleep again

Out of lies, out of pages to burn

Out of mind you are free from concern

Bastions bathed in fire

Your pain is my desire

Alone in my perception

Trapped in the mire of isolation

Don’t let your shadow fall here

The gold you wear is coal to me

From nothing comes the air you breathe