The world we created
The world that died
Everything is desiccated
Who among us haven't lied?
Lying here in the dust
Unneeded knives still in our hands
The machinery begins to rust
We speak a language no one understands
None of us can be trusted
Blame and accusations soar
Every fact we've adjusted
Who's left to lock the door?
Why can't we just sleep forever?
We just need to start this over
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