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Lightning fast at the speed of sound

I see them rise and gather around

They’re all the same to me

Masked clone different breed

Vision is what they lack

This is why I’m going back

Back, back to the underground

We’re going back to the underground

Looking only for mass attention

With lack of comprehension

Will birth the putridness

Of nothingness

Substance is what they lack

This is why I’m going back

It’s solely up to us

Carry on what we must

The vision of the underground

That is what is going down

Steadfast on my own

Toxic vision set in stone

A way of life to outlast

Normality, a thing of the past