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Each morning's a slow thaw Pacing back and forth Here in my current state I'm chasing something more Pacing yourself, breaths at a time, keeping stride with traffic outside Bracing yourself, steps at a time. Things you grasp, they tear at you now Short breaths at a time Small steps at a time Walking up to the same endless scenes day after day Scrambling to your feet to the sounds of your cell door slamming shut A careless king is walking absent of a queen She must be dead Throughout the leaning towers peasants keep their balance overhead Therefore everything is balanced But a shape under the castle keeps me constantly distracted Nothing feels real Nothing to feel The world is not black and white. It's grey From Letras Mania