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There's nothing I can do to scape the pain

I know it will get to me

And nothing can prepare me for the end

Lurking at a turn somewhere ahead

Any road I take is heading there.

Echoes of a clock ticking away

On this forsaken place

Speak our truth.

Caught inside this thought of permanence

And the notion of the end

Consciousness entangled in this on, and on, and on of things.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow

Fulfilment and regret

Memory, perception and routine

Until it's time to face the ultimate question:

When lights go off, will there be any more to this?

Caught inside this thought of permanence

And the notion of the end

Consciousness entangled in this on, and on, and on of things.

Caught inside this thought of permanence

And the notion of the end

Consciousness entangled in this on, and on, and on of things.