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Fault Lines (Intronaut)

Reflection Is but a stranger These strings set rigorous routine Cracks form, covering my body Weakened, blistered and torn apart Revisiting old wounds Completing the circle Once again Swollen eyes fixed on the prize We hang our heads in self-destructive triumph These fault lines A soul erosion Predictions never became so clear