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Standing at dawn, watching the end - of beauty, identity, immunity.

The end is something to live for, Vancouver's an empty bottle.

Our dying thirst causing problems.

We stand at dawn, the beginning of something, heartfelt, replaceable.

Two-day booze, works faster.

My city on the water, spots of flame, midnight rain.

The glass sky reflects our prize.

Glass towers for sleepers; they're dying.

Broken city for dreamers.

Two-day booze works a faster fuse.

Two-day booze works faster.

Feels like falling.

Shame, like killing.

Homeward bound.

Tension rising.

Children of tomorrow; earth's new rapists.

Spring rain comes; wash away the purpose.

Between our days, empty distance sways.

Copper wires pay, for days and days.

What are we waiting for?