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Another random song

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Empty out the sandbox, things still tend to grow

Waiting for an echo in the mountains far below

Almost stopped to hear the footsteps lift up off the ground

As I walked away, I realized never again would they be found

I understand the reckoning, while the rooster rarely crows

Trudging through this evergreen, against the wind that never blows

And when it captures everything

It chews and spits the whole

And now the days that I felt all right

Have been used only to sterilize

My own fantacide

Father make it so, what I had spoken long ago

I haven't gone the distance, but theres time to take it slow

Still afraid it doesn't bother me, still thinking I'm so cold

In silence I can't hear at all, in riots, sound controls

Pull another quarter, and nauseate the ride

Some things seem to me so small, with you still clinging to my side

But when I find the weakness

I hang it out to dry

And now those days that I felt all right

Have been used only to sterilize

My own fantacide

Climb into this hole

So heavy on my chest

Ashes burning around me

From a man I never blessed

I'll head home for the journey

And improvise the rest

Saint of roads not walked upon, do my prayers still overflow

If I ressurect formality ,can you kill this undertow

Whispered lines from withered songs- the harness begs for me alone

Crawling across the dunes of time, reaching out to tilt the cornerstone

To take me back to spotlights, every hour of every day

Im too tired to feel unstable, In this spinning glass I stay

And now the days that I felt all right

Have been used only to sterilize

My own fantacide

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