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It goes over the heads of the walking dead

Between the devil and the deep blue sea

They all realize but don't criticize

Waiting for inertia to take its leave

You can leave it like this like it won't be missed

Leave it 'til we all have passed away

Or for self-esteem and the hope we need

Throw all of ourselves into the quiet fray

It doesn't seem natural

It just seems that for all

The trouble people go to

The river always flows to

The sea of indifference

And the ocean of self-deception

It all seems the same nobody to blame

And no one has any crosses to bear

But the lies we say still hammer away

Bedeviling voices of guilt blare

The clamor appears to sensitive ears

And its dealt with in many different ways

You make your own choice deal with your own voice

An expensive price to have to pay

And on it will go though some phantoms know

Metamorphism gains upon the dead

Communication in alteration

To lead us all from where we've been led

And there's one more thing one more song to sing

Always been the most important of all

What will be will be though you might not see

The dead all hear Existence's call