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I speak in words you won’t forget
The truth in mind; you lose the thread
My viewpoint’s clear — I choose reject
While you still think you need to stack

The heat rise up, the land goes down
The rain falls deep, a trembling ground
You feel the heat, you feel the sweat
Still holidays — and no regret

I do not rage, I do not cry
I shift, I burn, I change, I rise
You call it fate, you call it chance
I call it pure inconsequence

You rage, you cry, you shift, you burn
You beg for answers you won’t learn
I speak in truths you push aside
Your comfort sets the course you ride

The end for you, in honest truth
Extinction — a passing flu
You tear yourselves, you fade, you fall
In the end, I’m still whole

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