a few more lyrics :P
Death is the answer.
To calculations composed of motions that are the same.
And secret and different.
A missing alphabet with a message for us.
When people die, they take a piece of us with them.
And holes in clouds are minutes passing.
Rescind this line and several ties.
The skyline unfolds into explanation.
That sometimes words give up.
And silently walk off the edge, the edge of the page.and here the cry opens up, reveals the world inside
the crack in the porcelain.
the silent line of sky-lit eyes show.
Death up there shines more brightly than lives down here.
try and live.
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I am the backwards man.
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