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We are but dots in a timeline
Circulating this plane of existence
A collection of memories bound to a
Transparent sphere of poignancy

Negative prevalence
Arrogant negligence
These moments are temporary
An expiring matrimony

In this presence of time and space, I saw everything
But I could not shake the pretense of changing every place

Everything was written, scratched off and rewritten again and again,
But I could not change my fate

Each moment in time bore endless faces of crime
A victim of time, I'm terrified of history

In this presence of time and space, I saw everything, and I watched it burn

I've witnessed all I will become if I keep up this corrosive course
Where is the epicenter?
What is the source?
Could I salvage what's left of me?

I've witnessed all I will become if I keep up this corrosive course
Where is the epicenter?
What is the source?
To hell with history

Negative prevalence
Arrogant negligence
These moments are temporary
An expiring matrimony

In this presence of time and space, I saw everything,
But I could not shake the pretense of changing every place

I never used to feel like this.
I used to never think of death or hear voices.

Daily, I'm haunted by the shortness of days,
But maybe I shouldn't stay nor adhere to my choices

I will walk away and start anew and leave the imperfections
All the fragments of history behind
For history no longer defines me

It's difficult to turn away when to commit that sin's to turn away for good,
But I will venture into the unknown tied in knots and crucified, and leave history alone

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