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Floating in the cosmos Suspended in my cage Watching the river Watching the rain Kind of funny how time works It's never what you want Strike a deal with the devil You're gonna get burnt This fight's not mine But I'll take it on Got handed a smoking gun Gotta find some way to stay strong This fight's not mine But I'll take it on Got handed a smoking gun Gotta find some way to hold on What is home anyway Try and tell me we're there Where is here? here is nothing How can I feel like I'm anywhere Sitting in our reading chair Enveloped in the sun's glare Watching the tall grass sway I sort of feel I might be okay This fight's not mine But I'll take it on Got handed a smoking gun Gotta find some way to stay strong This fight's not mine But I'll take it on Got handed a smoking gun Gotta find some way to hold on Everything's dying around me My head hangs down I try to eat Try to distract But things nag on A peripheral blur A deranged, hopeless gnaw Of unreversible change I watched the houseplant die With the curtains drawn To breathe is to struggle The dense smoke dances the tango Like the voices in my head Crammed with suffering and death Layered and layered again It's hard to see the end A nightmare collage Of a waking dream The reality of what this world is A maniacal eulogy The dead bird's song As its babies live on The speech, the sermon The word of the bird Slash the painting And it's subject moves on Into another frame Into another song With us always In ghosts still alive Walking dead memories Although we try You know in the end All things die You know in the end All things