Now as the sky falls
A barrel of blood
Your common belief
In self can't be real
The counterfeit reflection
Of common and eager
In this conviction
The body falls from
All the doors
And we recede
In an aggressive state
We beg to breathe
And we'll sleep
Eager to be filled
With the bitter
Contention ripe
Now as the sky falls
A barrel of blood
Your common belief
In self can't be real
Real
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