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I'm coming to the apex of this funnel

Yet I see no light at the end of the tunnel

What happened to promises, expectations?

Give and take, mutual relations?

I came to the core, wheres my prize

come to claim my shore, and pass my life

into no hands of God, no hands

I've come for a higher purpose, control,

to take a stand



I will not be blind any more

Im on infinite strike, but wheres that holy door

What if this is the end, no afterlifes to pray for

What if there is nothing more

I refuse to know nothing but shut lids

I'll pry them open in death, heres the price, highest bid

going, going, but its so gone that you'll have to forget

you may wake to another darkness

You might never wake

WHATS THE RISK WHATS THE STAKES

is so vague that you might not relate



would you refuse your own blind eyes?

would you give away your only life?

would you refuse your own hollow skin

would you find yourself in your own moral sin