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All you ever see, is all I'll ever be
The limits of my being are meaningless to me
The being of my limits is broken by my dreams
Like lovers, we sleep in the gone and feast in the now
Believe, believe
There's more to this than atrophy
Because only the weak drown in the pond of vile creation
So many sleep while they're awake
Like the day was forced into this fragile place
I am naked and vacant in the wind
Believe, believe