Rising Sun - Alias, Tarsier

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I cannot lie with this paper face

It was built up from the inside

We’re so conditioned to believe

When there’s darkness at sea

The same words the same faces

But my instincts are sharp

Like an insect’s nest

I stay abreast ready to swarm

What is your way when the fires have multiplied?

No one lives here

All that remains is the promise of a rising sun

And the memoirs are gone

When all you know has changed

The promise of a rising sun is all that remains