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There is no mistake in our precious decay
In our own weakness we find ourselves prey
The safety of a bed to lie underneath
Dreaming of a way to sharpen my teeth
Highways are stretched and raised like a scar
Feeding on insects that came from afar
They do not know me for the disguise
There is no language but the look in your eyes
Traffic roars from inside the hive
Feel the pulse and know we're alive
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