„So these days a wandering mind holds sway
And hope is a knife sick with need
Will you cry out for me in your sleep?
Wasting what precious little time we have left
On a dead man trying to find life
Against a bright moon, dark sky, and city lights“
[Mouth Of The Architect – Quietly]
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