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bones of my collapse

I am the ghost in all the lives you lead
became the apparition of everything
in the bright bring me to the sea
so I may unveil the prophecies inside me
and baby don't let go i cant control this by myself
daring don't let goi'm too suffocated to cry for help
does does this not seem similar to the prelude of all
our internal empires that have fallen from arrogance
under the same sun loves dynasties ascend and collapse tune
while the population swoon over the spectacle
though thse treasons and changing seasons recede
so entice me to the sea and drown whats left of this
you can scatter my bones across the crashing coasts in bliss



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