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The past drags behind us like a dead weight

Prone for the large part, yet piling on the guilt

Bullying, rebuking, lest we re-imagine

Because by moving in the here and the now

It has become ingrained as a given

Directionless, transparent, brittle beings we are

But consider this:

Those who can't escape the past

Are condemned to repeat it

They place us in a losing battle

But will we die for any flag? I don't think so

Quietly unwilling, escorted...

There is little of our choosing

Disorientated by the noise of custom

It dissipates the present and the future unbalanced

Excluded for envisioning a new space

Those who can't escape the past

Are condemned to repeat it

Condemned to repeat it

Those who can't escape the past

Are condemned to repeat it

Condemned to repeat it

Condemned to repeat it

The past gives us an oversight

But we have nothing if it is rehashed

Are we so stupefied

That we've run out of steam?

The past can keep us blissfully ignorant

Away from a plunge

Into the (exhilarating) virgin unknown

Are we so fucking drained, that we've run out of steam?

Are we so stupefied, that we've run out of steam?

The past drags behind us like a dead weight

It has become ingrained as a given

Directionless, transparent, brittle beings we are

They place us in a losing battle

It dissipates the present and the future

Directionless, transparent, brittle beings we are

But consider this:

Those who can't escape the past

Are condemned to repeat it