In the darkest corner of my mind
That's the place they stay
The ones that won't go away
Where they don't have to hide
I watch the parched desert
Encroached by now barren sea
Scorched down to aridity
And wonder if I can flee
In this bleak and desolate place
Electricity fills the air
Outside pressures compose the haze
That bring the end to many a chase
Reality has begun to tear
Seen through the spine of the sun's buring glare
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