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with apologies and policies we try
to mend what we have made, to keep alive
our deadliest assumptions crystalize
for we built these cityscapes on ice.

now i've made my way to solid ground;
and i am but a stranger in this town.
i don't see why i should stick around:
they'll crucify me upside-down.

but how seldom does a man lay down his life?
how selfish is the need to satisfy?
you'll never truly live until you die.
so let your heart belong to christ.

there's no reason you should be unsure
don't you see this place is so absurd?
and hell is just a place where people burn
their future to keep the present warm.

i am a speck,
you are a treasure.
i'm dying just to be
something that's of use.