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The Gods that came before
Live in these notes
Down in the darkness
Where everything floats
Thirty years on now
A knock at the door
Do you answer the call
Or hope for something more
Nineteen years
Disappears
And all your fears
The end it nears
Past lives seem fresh
The sweet taste of dream
You're forced to travel on
To write the next scene
Filling the pages
From one day to the next
You find yourself
Repeating the same text
You hit the wall
And nothing seems real
You want to clutch more time
But there's none left to steal