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Close the curtains
Their coming down the street
Blow out the candles
Adapt the will to be discrete
To deprive the mind
The soul
Of thought.
Intelligence left in a tomb to rot
It's waiting for a sign
A signal
If only it remembered how to be original

From birth to death a mindless drone
Mumble away our pettiness has grown
Define the origins of breathing air and the indifference to the soul
The clarity of the two.

So tell me now
Do you Remember these empty halls?
how did it come to this?
Sitting alone in the corner of a room
The echoing voices tell me you hear them too.
The footsteps down the hallway
I knew they would come for me
Planted to many thoughts in my head
Empty as I knew it is now dead
So tell me now
Do you feel that way too?