Stepping through the dirt
I thirst to find my resurrection
Listening to my heart
But from the start it failed to mention
I'm playing a losing game
From end to end I'm in detention
Working in reverse as I rehearse
My mind's extensions
I'm searching for the clear
And though I fear the warming tension
The fire's nice and will suffice
So long as I feed it's long suspension
There's only one question:
How will time shape me now?
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