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Welcome to what we call "knowing", where we have so much missing.
We refer to all this as "power", yet the crows & buzzards fly low.
We look up in that direction, but all we focus on are the birds.
We can't, no we won't, see past the blackest feathers.

Welcome to what we call "knowing".
There is one that would consider it ignorance.
there is one that calls us " the shameful", But we don't ever perceive.

We don't ever perceive, We don't ever listen.
Will we ever perceive? I don't think that we'll ever listen.
We're lost in the haze of our bliss. The smoke that's burning our eyes.
We're lost in the haze of our bliss. The smoke that's choking us all.





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