There's a sadness in the stars
Whose fires silver line the night
The madness of never having fully lived
All I have is here
Tangible
History
My reward
Eternity
Memory
Cornerstone
Follow me
Leave it all
Obsolete
Bittersweet
He ran to hide
Kept a log
About his fear
A small relief
He wants to sink and sleep with them
They're in his dreams, he hears them
Whisper of this nothing
As every night gets darker
City lights in the Norden's
Tachometric telescope and
They are not real
A thousand lives slow below him
Perfect paranoia is a perfect defense
Against them all
But you destroy what you're defending

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