In this city of echoes and shadows,
the glowing moan of hungry ghosts
grows to a glare and cries
We are lost behind our eyes!
Dazed with duties
in a devouring world
beneath a star obscured by lights
we become our devils,
wishing a wave would
wash away this mess,
this consequence reminding us
like a sky through wires
that we are here
to get it right
one last time.
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