Hopelash

End of time, end of everything
Are we dead? am i surfacing
To be born to pick that field forever?

Friend of gods, how they bully you
Their good times all policing you
Making secrets of a truth you're telling

With the weight of all that covers you
Watch the shapes as your body goes
You'll begin again where you once started

Each world's made in its own telling
In other cities, every dwelling
Should we get to where we're going
I will just refuse



Credits
Writer(s): David Imhoff
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