Find the broken mould to bear the burden
Shed tears to collect and trade for tithes
Words falter as you give them meaning
Giving judgement for those who refuse to die
Shards of moments long refurbished
Peek towards the half-open eye
Trust is not a word to put a price on
Yet we all trust in some kind of paradise
Give me another cramped moment
Shoved up the hours I've slept away
Seconds away from neevana
Past once before a blank day
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