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  Motives changing, day to day
  The fire increases, masks decay
  I look at the river, white foam floats down
  The bodys poisoned, got to sit tight
  The wait
  The wait
  The wait
  The wait
  After wakening, silence grows
  The screams subside, distortion shows
  Mutant thoughts of bad mouthed news
  Is just another birth of distorted views
  The wait
  The wait
  The wait
  The wait
  The wait
  The wait
  The wait
  The wait