I hear the screams in the hall
I see the dreams as they fall
I feel the seams bursting through
I sense the end as something new

It's becoming clear
An echoing sound
Voices from the past
My mind spins around

Voices from the past
My mind spins around
It's becoming clear
An echoing sound

The pieces of the puzzle don't seem to fit
When I am conveniently cut out of it
Carefully outlined and removed
Muted, sterilised, disused
No explanation, no indication
That this is what we wanted
That this is what we planned
Just thousands of shadows washing their hands of it all

Give everything to me
The weight and responsibility
I'll fill in the maps of land
You so fear to approach

The pieces of the puzzle don't seem to fit
When I am conveniently cut out of it
Carefully outlined and removed
Muted, sterilised, disused
No explanation, no indication
That this is what we wanted
That this is what we planned
Just thousands of shadows washing their hands / of it all

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