IRC-Galleria

Prelude:

The world woke up a while ago
as it did not really care.

Even its hero passing through
is just another fare.


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The Narrowing Stairs
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I cough up my own light bulb,
and there I sit awake

To move, to see, to grasp again
The system'd held my fate

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In this realm, it appears,
We're the first to be

Living inside bricks of walls;
that wasn't you, that wasn't me

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How did all my moments shift,
the sand's back on the beach

I'm churning with all the lessons now
the world bothered not me teach

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Rake the halls and cardboard walls,
the shore seen out of reach

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Long passed a mile of murder
filled up with humble peace

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Now I saunter this man made scene
so harmonious on freeze

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Talking sense, a third of us
never cared to wake

Even us left standing up
hold each a different plane.