/ä.zaɪ/.
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Take us to the last time you opened your mind
Trust yourself, not your senses
Don’t let them leave you blind

Descend into memories, even all the obscene
All that never came true, all that we can’t speak

(Take us to the last time you opened your mind)
Be careful thinking you have nothing to hide
There’s darkness somewhere inside

The rasp of a rusty swing
Forever silhouetted
Forever sitting, waiting
Never admitting contemplating
Ending it all

Now I’m losing my grip
This needs a means to the end
Now I have it
My pack of lies