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| 260 2/1/04 Oblivion Somewhere lost in oblivion we find a way, To get through all the hardships and dismay, And reach out for a purpose as yet unknown, Whatever it takes to overcome and try to atone For in this oblivion we feel ourselves change, No words can describe it�s simply strange, Though nothing is solved nothing at all matters, This is the window of your life as the glass shatters Piece by piece all unique and razor sharp to the touch, This is yourself scattered all around about and such, The pain is unavoidable though you must reconstruct, Because if you leave it untouched you are truly fucked In the state of oblivion we find ourselves free, From all the troubles of life and we can just be, Though eventually you must take your head out of the sand, And try to make the pieces fit so that you can understand. |