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With no lack of force
And with an extreme lack of faith
We enter this contemporary stepping-stone
And stare in awe at everything's emptiness
For when there's nothing to gaze upon
Then there is nothing to learn
And with an absence of mind
Comes absence of conflict
The deluted sess-pool below
And we've become waist-deep
Watching the participant slumber
Dreaming of things that never were
We've crashed into an eternal asylum
And for all we've seen and heard
We are not welcome
And we are not accepted
And maybe it was a mistake
On the part of the first expedition
To give aid to an artifact devoid of light
Devoid of expression, devoid of mannerism
Before we're burned at the stake
I vote that we make haste
We never were invited
We never will be able to tread lightly.
