I'm singing out what's left of me,
I don't know what to believe.
Buzzing all around me is
The plague that's rarely seen.
I know Something made the mountains,
The stars had to come from Somewhere,
This Heart inside my chest
was not meant to be a hazard.
It was crafted by Someone...
Something...
Somewhere.
I just don't always see it there.
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