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Stale Air

Thought we’d find enlightenment
along the path least traveled by
But the trip began too late
and changed the end to a means we’d justified

Went searching for reason
but settled for rhyme

Wine to water, leaves turn to ash
Vicious circle becomes square
All of life is fighting for a breath
trapped in the stale air

Nature tempts that rare impulse
that patience hates and suffocates
They pass us by, so blind we lie
and watch from distant altered states

Obsession with freedom
but chained to our minds

Wine to water, leaves turn to ash
Vicious circle becomes square
All of life is fighting for a breath
trapped in the stale air

It’s the human condition
It’s the mask of the ordinary
There ain’t no cure for the need to step outside our skin

In chasing our demons
we run from ourselves

Wine to water, leaves turn to ash
Vicious circle becomes square
All of life is fighting for a breath
trapped in the stale air

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