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Lids grown heavy passing through God’s country
Waking up in red light districts
Torn maps, burned bridges
Compass spinning aimlessly
Half-written postcards, missed connections

Driving in circles, running in vain
Like Galileo, mapping Purgatory
Used to use the stars to find my way
But under these city lights, they turn their back on me

In this black velvet nothing, we are all clusters of stars
Grasping to connect the dots of our self-made constellations
We burn brightly, but flicker out without much warmth
Unable to close the gaps on the cosmos, we are forced to wander
A galaxy’s worth of emptiness, inside our own selves

We scream our pain into the vacuum of space
Pleading for release, but it shows us no grace
It saps your light, spills your guts out right
It leaves you emptier than you’ve ever known

I am a black hole.

I am a black hole
and I will keep taking until a new universe has formed
where you once stood.

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from Born To Run In Place, released December 18, 2016

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