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The landscape changes with the scars of progress

This earth, this ground, this dust

I long to return to ecstasy, to bliss

This night, this dawn, this dusk

It's grey upon grey

Waiting for thunder

To shake me awake

From this revelation

The tears I've forsaken

We're drifting farther into this illusion

This way, this thought, this place

I have to escape, so complicated here

I can't recognize my own face

It's grey upon grey

Waiting for thunder

To shake me awake

From this revelation

The tears I've forsaken