Perception colored by death
Of a loved one, of a friend
Conception choked at the hinge
When did this become the end?
Mercy, mercy
Kneel at the base of our monolith
And pray its faceless grey plains choose blindness
To bet on anything less
To bet on your dog to win
Finicky sleight of hand
Convince the spectators that you can’t
Show off hollow accomplishments
Contention, cold sacrilege
Colder still for giving in
Mercy, mercy
Kneel at the base of our conduit
And pray its faceless grey plains choose blindness
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