Текст: Free Yon. Agnosia. The Rest.

Last week I traded my surprise for your lament
It's older now; the softest dirge, the shrillest cries
Mistook the signs down from the road
But the foul stories recaptured my eyes, I tried

Side by side we look ahead
The rest will read excuses
It's time to spin the other way
Please realize this mystery
Lie for lie they write to me
Inscribed by pens with no ink
See only what the other sees
Try to define infinity

Place your hand at the center other flame
Miles away from normal state
Placate this clash by explaining why
We encourage disguise. Why lie?

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