Hand over every
Last hope, to find
One mask for every
Halo, divine
In ways known to others
The same hopes run together
So many eyes now
Way too many to count down
I fight to reach the surface
And then I'm passing out
In ways known to others
The same hopes run together
Don't weep, not for long
Lost savants
Between this fight and a wall
Peel those layers away
Send help for the damned
It's just a glimpse of the con
from beyond..
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