Look at the world we're living in.
It's like yang without yin.
It's broken but mending.
The wounds stop bleeding.
The moon chasing after the sun.
Silence the seance has begun.
We're talking to the ones once deceased.
Just let your body release.
All the troubles and pains.
Here's your chance to pass the blame.
A final step, a final twirl.
Here to blame your beautiful world.
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