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Sometimes I curse that I was born a cripple

To the sky I'm under

Bound by my two feet

I walk the road paved by our evolution

Grinding my illusions

This earth is not for me

But in my mind's eye

A vision of ourselves

In our cradle of dust and stone

I nurse a single dream, a memory

One I can't remember

And I am not alone

I wake from my suspended animation

Deprived of my creation

Just like a drone

But in my mind's eye

A vision of ourselves

As the blind leads the fallen

Sometimes I curse that I was born a cripple

To the sky I'm under

Forged to imprison me

Somewhere in time I'll wreck these chains around me

Even those inside me

Blasting my way free

But in my mind's eye

A vision of ourselves

As we leave this time and place behind