It's Coming It's Real

In the place where you lay In the shimmer above In the rust and the oil With your mouth full of mud And you run like a child Through curtains of rain In a room made of stone Your future was made And there's nowhere to run to You forget where you've been Your shadow is shrinking In the tightening lens How many more years? How much time is there left? All the rivers reversed While you counted each step In the veins of the tree In the strata beneath In the polished chrome sheen In the rebar and concrete Reach up for the hand Of the glowing half-man Stand still on the edge Of the greased precipice Reach out In a tunnel of steel Fall through Ah, it's coming, it's real Breathe in The glittering dust Exhale Mindless Rage on, helpless Reach out, sightless Kneel down, fearless Rise up, righteous Save us, formless Reach out, mindless Save us, lightless Leave us, soundless Rise up, righteous Save us, formless Reach out, mindless Save us, lightless Rage on, fearless Leave us, soundless Leave us, soundless Save us, lightless Reach out, mindless Save us, formless Rise up, righteous Kneel down, fearless Reach out, sightless Rage on, soundless

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