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Outlined against the dark of space
Therein lie your dormant fears
The moon so cold and gray
Nowhere for the dead to lay
Satellites come round to cradle all refused life
To make the lifeless its own existence
Yet they do not know their veins run with dust
And living is just a concept created by the creator
As it watches its useless, dead-cold, marbled sarcophagus
Therein lie your dormant fears
The moon so cold and gray
Nowhere for the dead to lay
Satellites come round to cradle all refused life
To make the lifeless its own existence
Yet they do not know their veins run with dust
And living is just a concept created by the creator
As it watches its useless, dead-cold, marbled sarcophagus