There are these endless valleys, for the stars to stare.
A jaded warfield. too serene for my dream.
I want to gag and vomit on the grace of those unclean.
Down amongst the tunnels where dark waters grope.
We can not climb the filthy spirals towards the shining sky.
A stream of black roars past me everyday.
I wander into the depth.
I see myself staring back at me.
Down amongst the tunnels where dark waters grope.
We can not climb the filthy spirals towards the shining sky.
This is how we regenerate.
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