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brought on by our instincts and playground lies silences we tell unbroken truths forgotten our roads breaking down soon the times the engine that keeps together wild eye days skipping stones important rymes are forgetten less yes no soon we forget lessthere are no more outlets are our commodity stealing heat sickness ties together callous hands caress hearts can you believe can you imagine the riches beneath us if only we had a shovel a few hundred years and inclination