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Let me bear the weight of the world.
Let the Earth crack under my feet.
Let the clouds weep onto my shoulders.
Then rest upon this crimson rust.

Let the sea rush in to drown;
blue my sin within its sorrow.
Hands slipping through this elusive skin;
That is corroding day by day.

Surrender to the static machines
of mortal fractured spires
with lacerated vessels and dreams.
Beaten into place
with inner coves of tender flesh
...which unravels.

It will all end in man made nova.

I am too weak to resist you;
Clutching lust with heart's desire.
Distorting sight in its searing heat,
feel the light from the embers fire.
The results look bleak for us, discard we must,
broken down all trust.
And it feels like we might break apart,
corrupted start, severed from the heart.

So ignore what's right. Ignore the justice.
Look beyond the world and beneath its surface.
We were setup for target practice.
You took my heart for pleasure, it's worthless,
And in return, celestial sphere, I give you Atlas.

Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?
Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?

Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?
Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?

Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?
Oh what will become of this birth,
reaping what its worth of Red Barren Earth?

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