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Everything seems reflective
All willing to show me once more
This is what you've done wrong
This is where you fell corrupt
All this glass thrown about
Crafty and treacherous
As it remains still and patient
Ready to draw blood at the wrong step
Everything's a mine-field
When the dirt flies
So do the bodies
Torn apart and weightless
You aren't afraid of death
You fear the unknown
The part of the map undefined
What is limitless and what is neverending
All we can do is remain stationary
Nothing can pass through our barrier
We are impervious to threat
In our own little cardboard universe
You can sulk all you like
Tears cannot attach the teddy bear's paw
There's too many lunatics to count
God, I wish I was among them
Martyr? Bull-shit
A heavy shotgun, plenty of bullets
Some serious lack of thought and reason
And there's your fucking Martyr
I never knew where this was going
It all becomes more useless as time passes
I'm so sorry.
