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there's a blood red light at every station,

which signals every installation

and life stands the corners crawling through blind eyes.

there we were up on the tv, watching the part where all dies



in a glass field, i fathom like a hurricane

couldn't quite run away

sometimes just can't travel the speed of a renegade

everyday's a glimpse of the next one passing.

drop down the targets while the lights are still flashing

i drop a fly down the casket, it dies along with me.

now i'm crawling to life, it's all the truth could be



life is an illusion, disillusionment is infinite.

hanging from the corner, but still i can't see it yet

iv'e got to bite the bullet before it bites me back

i'm only so strong until i fall down the crack

i'm only a human until i know where i stand

i'm just a living part of a non-living land

i'm just here for a minute then i'm gone and past

and soon enough you'll remember me as the last

you'll remember me by this sign, then forget me like a lie



because some things just aren't meant to be forever