There will be no end soon
If I've seen things right that have come
People will be scared
They never will see anything

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Meanwhile, all of my friends have been struck dumb
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How can no final thing come?
When our faces are pulled from us
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How can someone blame
Who they refuse to name
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For pulling other people down with them
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Some have risen, they are lucky
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To have their fall delayed by people
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they have is threaded
Grafted, and plotted
Played out and bad (arise)
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Now some have made mistakes for us
Waiting by the door for us
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We told them to go ahead
Their support is just a weight
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Better to sever the weighted limb
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Where is it hanging tonight? (arise)
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It is not looming to propel us along
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We move ourselves to it (arise)
One year to sit in dirt (arise)
One cycle with which to (arise)
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Comment upon the
Dirt
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