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We're running out of space,
But falling into place.
The cracks we fill no fault of ours,
Although we take the blame.
Did you think that you could take,
The bend and then the break,
With promises of gold you claimed
Were fiction yesterday?

Do you feel alive?
Don't go outside.
Hold your breath;
This could be the end.
We're running blind,
On borrowed time.
Tell me my friend;
Do you fear death?

The choices you made were only
Protecting your riches.
Ignoring the signs,
You buried your heads in the sand.
But when this is over and we
Find gaps in the stitches.
Let it be known you've got
Blood on your hands.

Do you feel alive?
Don't go outside.
Hold your breath;
This could be the end.
We're running blind,
On borrowed time.
Tell me my friend;
Do you fear death?

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