Distraction is destruction’s key
Led to think their your opinion
Bled to dry until they’re free
Lost communication demons
Spewing all that won’t come out
Jumbled confused fading message
Mute knows what it’s all about
Screaming speechless dawn apprentice
Advantageous is his flaw
Trapped by your imagination
Closing an unopened door
Black oil streaming through the river
Darkening all which was clear
Asleep, awoken, you were dreaming
The last order that you’ll ever hear
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