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Social Survival
A world of burning purpose
A life of freezing rain
Safe within our shadow
And dead within its game
A ghost that buries fortune
A corpse that digs for gold
Between this endless cycle
There’s nothing to behold
A thousand different faces
A faceless child stares
Each a mask I’ve crafted
From everything I’ve heard
The screaming of your nightmares
The whisper of your dreams
Strangers in the distance
I know what crawls beneath
A million different people
A faceless child cries
An infinite collection
Of souls for my disguise
Welcome to survival
This social masquerade
Our stolen features dancing
To the death within this game
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