Mass of rain scaling skyscrapers
Point only to failed ambitions
Alone in the city of millions he walks on the left
Against the open floor of human traffic,
Hourly inflicting and literally pulling
Wanting to connect to the source
Hes too afraid to ask so he walks alone

Hes the monolith

Like limbs of a dismembered poet rippling vains of lengthy full scars
Yet just above the internal wounds that never seem too mit completely,
A world of great matter house a city he calls his own
Standing on a ledge he surveys the land between his feet and the horizon
Seeking projectile eyes burnt in a flame retile dress of the mo
The lithium change seems to sting his tongue
He's the monolith
(HES THE MONOLITH!)

Chorus:
They will break they will burn far,
It feels so missed
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It feels so missed
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