It's just the way we are. It's the motions that carried us this far. An athlete drags behind our car. Can he reinvigorate? Can't we slow to a less fatal rate? There's a heart upon our plate. Our faces turned to stone; told our children to turn and go on home, and sent them down that road alone. Furl the sails. The mast becomes a nail. Can you please elaborate? Do our horses sit behind their gate? Does their finish come up late? Confusion bears our maiden name. The speed at which our ship descends remains the same. Still hold it steady. We'll stay the course, identifying faults on the ocean floor. We'll integrate when I like your ideas. We'll integrate when I know where you're from. We'll integrate when you answer my questions. We'll integrate when your argument's numb. We'll integrate when I like your ideas. We'll integrate with a smile and a nod. We'd be the same, were I blind to the writing. Well, you can see that it's right at the top. Corruption binds us to our fate. The manufacture of demise is here to stay. We're always sorry for all we need. I'm trapped inside my skin still screaming for release...

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