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shambles
Open the window
Let it destroy this evidence
You were here and we were …
I don’t know what has me in shambles
It’s a microscopic image of everything black
When everything falls I’m first to go down
Lets blame it on the orbit of the planets
I’d be better off alone on starless night
And our ancestors can see into our future
The ones we have destroyed for ourselves
Easy, if this is perfection, crush me
For the need to be spotless is ruining my stride.
