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Feel the future Sift through your days In your palace of wretched steel See my absence as something good Grant your eyes a little rest Turn your face towards your fortune See my absence as something good Author of scars I see your hands upon my epitaph Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of stars Touch the concrete Placed on my chest Chain the songbirds to your argent dome Confirm my fate as disposable Grant your eyes a little rest Turn your face towards your fortune Keep your promises negotiable It's shaking My trembling howl It's breaking Overtaking Creator of flaws I know you will be the last to laugh Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of stars