In the formality of things,
I would like to oblige.
In the formality of things,
we are all casualties.
As the night comes around,
we fall in love with duality.
As the night comes around,
we fall in love with duality.
I step close, I step close
to the brink of it all.
Duality is false.
I step close, I step close,
to the brink of it all,
the brink of it all.
The night comes around,
the night comes around,
and soon, I spiral down
into oblivion of lies
concealed by spies.
Oh God, please end the night
and awake the sleepers.
To bring upon the morning
light.
In the formality of things we
are all casualties of our
own night.
Awake oh sleepers
before the end comes
near.
Date: 12/03/24
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