Head for the red line
And watch the earth burn
Solace in a bird's eye view
And the spectrum hills could catch a fool
Look out your window
Turn off pretenders
For here is a message to give to your messengers: Go home
Mocked by mere bulbs upon the stone
Kiss the ground on touchdown
Flourescent lit corridors
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