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All is quiet, except for this song.
So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone.
Somewhere off in the distance rapidly advancing is an onslaught of sorts.
Young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory, and the lions in their cages roar in a memory of flight.
There is a joy, a joy in all I can see.
There is a joy, a joy in every possibility.
All around us is a great great failing.
American rockets red glare in a most disgusting triumph.
In passing I am asked, 'Do you believe in a God?'
I shrug off the answer, continue to get high
In this terror of no explanation, I am looking for a faith, my panic is an only reason
There is a joy, a joy in all I can see.
There is a joy, a joy in every possibility.
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