A remote plane
Geography unknown
I have no control
No way to slow down
Trapped in another maze
A heart's dead language made
No map to lead the way
No you or me to save
The further I fall
The closer I feel
Middle of nowhere
A future ghost home
I'm fine all alone
Outside of your control
Here among the bones
Memory leaves whole
The further I fall
The closer I feel
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