LYRIC

Clandestine time
The small, unseen things
That do the job
While the minutes tick by idly

Abridged from life
Folded into abstraction
And on the clock

[Coda: x2] The proof we are here
Is the dust that they're breathing
The proof we're apart
Is the fact they're still living

They don't see us

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