There are eyes behind the walls of the blind
They stare at the light, pay them no mind
There's a river running through this dryness
They sing, they drink, forget more or less

There are expanses of silence in the valley of the senses
Yet they speak and speak, and somehow they feel it cleanses

It's always there, it isn't fair
And yet they dare, they have no care
They share

The world is screaming
They're dreaming

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