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There is something pointless in the air, poignant,
I can smell it with the tip of my tongue, and laugh,
Nothings going to change the shape of the world like a million deaths,
My world and yours can split and crumble with it,
I look around and see the corrupt little innocence of naivety,
It falls on the hands and the minds of the weak willed and inconsistent,
Just one more won’t harm the smallest thing until I use it recklessly,
Then what shall we all see but the poverty of a thousand dead and you.
Can we hear the shells fall over our heads and you fall down down down?
Why do we bother with the repair of the world when pitiful minds rebuild walls,
We spend the centuries breaking them down and new aged youth build it all back up,
I just sit back and watch the world close in on itself and eat away like decay.

Description
There is something pointless in the air, poignant,
I can smell it with the tip of my tongue, and laugh,
Nothings going to change the shape of the world like a million deaths,
My world and yours can split and crumble with it,
I look around and see the corrupt little innocence of naivety,
It falls on the hands and the minds of the weak willed and inconsistent,
Just one more won’t harm the smallest thing until I use it recklessly,
Then what shall we all see but the poverty of a thousand dead and you.
Can we hear the shells fall over our heads and you fall down down down?
Why do we bother with the repair of the world when pitiful minds rebuild walls,
We spend the centuries breaking them down and new aged youth build it all back up,
I just sit back and watch the world close in on itself and eat away like decay.