We live our life always looking up
Higher, higher, to the brightest lights
But when the ground is littered
With shining fragments of the stars
The stars we idolized for their shine
In your path of misguided reverence, ask yourself
What do we do
When the sky is black
No-one picks up the phone
Splinters of the stagnant stars fallen from home
Are you prepared
To be all alone?
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