Hear it speaking like the wake of the city
And sixth sense of youth
Indecision in the scrape of the city
And the unknown reeks of truth
And the wheel's come around
The wheel's falling
I wake up to see that we've fallen down
I caught a glimpse of truth
The unknown reeks of truth
My deadeye sees your sadness
Your boundless soul's dispair
Our innermost exchanges
One deadeye to another
Thin, deadeye
We've come to recognise a whole

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