Uniform Breaking
The paradox of living
While feeling dead
The constant change
Of tearing up the edge
Reveal the old
But secrets with the new
Of what I had before
And what I didn't do
The freshness of kind
The darkness of the light
The hidden particles
Even out the night
Lie with me and sense the time
Slipping into the curve of sight
Master the keys and drown the notes
Follow me into the river, we float
Detach the reins
Take the pain
Hollow your soul
Provide the space
See inside the cave
The mysteries and doubts
Pull yourself away
From the haunted house
Sorrows part the working sun
Careless wandering takes the lead
Into the foul river, we float
Into the foul river, we float.
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