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Dead cities
Broken pillars
Eerie quiet
Slow death, by aging 

This moon burns with quiet

Empty seas
Oppressive calm
All this distance between us... 

This moon burns with quiet

They force me away to a world of numbers
I want to stay but stuff gets in the way
An hour for a life pulls me closer to the knife
This isn't how it was supposed to be
We always said it'd be you and me
This isn't how it was supposed to be
We always said it'd be you and me
They force me away to their world