Default precipice is taking its toll
Stifling mood, lasts way too long
Jester escapes, you're on the run
Town is derelict, don't know a soul
There's no mistake, you do what you want
God is a foetus, feeding the Sun
Sunken refuge of a lifetime above
Your shadow caught me awake, sleeping
I take it I'm still dreaming; -
Sick of pretending, there's too much delusion
To find seclusion from this never ending conclusion
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