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Motives changing, day to day
The fire increases, masks decay
I look at the river
White foam floats down
The body's poisoned, gotta sit tight
The wait... the wait...
The wait... the wait...
After wakening, silence grows
The screams subside
Distortion shows
Mutant thoughts of bad mouthed news
Is just another birth
Of distorted views
The wait... the wait...
The wait... the wait...
The wait... the wait...
The wait... the wait...
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