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Sep 04, 2005 00:01

a desperation has fallen across today
like a fog in the morning that won't blow away
the mist is choking us and we don't even know
but our lungs are screaming and our hearts are cold

a realization is coming, it's on it's way
it's coming, i know it, just not today
and when it arrives we'll all be dead
cause no one wanted to get out of bed

our basements have become our resting tombs
they're where we sleep and dream of doom
we don't go outside for fear of eachother
misconception breeds under the covers

there is hope for the future past the moon
where greed hasen't been, we'll get there soon
so please wake up and chase away the fog
stop lying down. we're all as lazy as dogs.
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