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In this ever-loving bloom
We all consume the lasting gloom
Until the doom sits in our tomb
There's no escaping

In this illuminating night
Where the light gives up the fight
Where the fright just feels right
There's no mistaking

Chaos becomes routine
The way is lost, ruining
We're just agreeing
Shrug off the meaning
We're all partaking

Defrost our icy hearts
We played the part of the depart
Callous and hard, with mind made scarred
There's no awaking

Sitting still and passive
While all the tragic just waves past us
Mass of relapses, all inaction
Just fractions of anticipating


Nothing in effect
Effected by nothing
Wanting to be never
Never wanting
No escape leads to escaping
Such forsaking