east becomes the west and north feels just like south
the space gets more confined,
the words no longer rhyme
and it looks like we have to face the facts,
we ran right out of time.
the girls are not so beautiful,
they talk of strange desires
and they burn in their own inferno,
consumed by invisible fires
all that was will be
and all that will be was
what i leave behind
is for you to find
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