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I rode on a guilty naiveté
waking the worms, below
asleep

They say that it's solid beneath our feet
but no one digs
this deep

This is a place where death's buried,
but I can hear you scream
come

Don't let the rain conceal our speech,
be free to speak to me

I'll be fine
to make the climb
but there's no respite
for a broken ladder

As it breaks,
and we climb
and it breaks,
Can you remember how it feels
to see the world above?
It's dark and it's cold, but unlike here
there's trust, somewhere
in love – lost...

I don't mean to dig,
but do you need a hand?
The words come out real,
but who could understand?

I'll be fine
to make the climb,
but there's no respite
for a broken ladder

Out of sight,
out of mind,
shed with time,
the hole grows vaster

And by the last flame,
I've changed my mind
to climb to the surface
I wouldn't dare say
there's much to find
all that's real lives below us

In the dirt,
amongst the worms,
who speak to me honestly
Where I watch in naiveté
and I watch as you climb

I'll be fine
to make the climb
but there's no respite
till we burn this ladder

Give it time
for peace of mind
there's no respite
till we burn this ladder down

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