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A.F.I. - Papers airplane
Raise high monolithic statues, so fragile
As they fall
I am ever enthralled
Gaze, lie and smirk in time
Your arrogance will suit you well
Till fashion is dispelled
As waves of plastic fame
Go out of fashion
You're going out forever unknown
These waves of plastic fame are drying up
And I smile because you're dying to become forever unknown
From above a rain of ashes descnes
Anathema I will remain, forever will remain
From below, in my seclusion
Look up to the sky to see paper wings
And watch them burn
Without habitation
You'll never find a soul inside
No life, but nothing's died
No lights, but quite the show
(Just as long as no one ever knows all motion is pantomine)
Dancing in the rain of descending ash
Dancing on your grave
I'll see you all falling
Dancing in the rain of descending ash
Dancing in your dust
I'll see you all falling
I'd stop it, had you a heart
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