I walk the path not bound to Earth.
And as I walk, I dream
Of everything that will never be mine
In this world that has run out of time—it seems
It’s too late to save this place.
Better stand up and walk away
Before it’s too late.
Before it’s too late.
Before the world comes crashing down on our heads
And shatters like glass and the blood falls
But there is no blood, there is nothing.
Nothing is real.
Nothing is real.
So take the pitiful footprints you have made in life
And grind them deeper…deeper…
Until they reach the core and melt the ice that has overtaken your soul,
But it’s okay because tomorrow you’ll wake up
And know that it was all a dream
And you can’t make it real.
You just can’t
You just can’t.
And you lose yourself in trying to do it—
To do what can’t be done—
To find the path that will lead you home.
There is no home.
There is no home anymore.
 
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