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Soaking up the remnants of pain
The absence, the choice, the excessive noise
The presence of some higher power to turn away from
I dream at night to process the details
Passing me by, the concrete, the sky
Some revelation, red and wry, that wakes with the night
For the sake of the good fight
Want to be fucked and want to go further
Become something strange, I'm willing to learn
Why no automated machine can keep up with me
What I feel is what I'll be
