Apocalyptic nightmares have me killing fathers in my sleep as I gouge rivulets across my palms. Did the fog of the dream chase the memory away, or were we ever unsure of exactly what we were running from? Vivid however, is the strength I found in separation as I led a brutal coup that bought a few more precious seconds of safety. Only to snap my eyes open and clean the flesh from under my fingernails.
Title lyrics taken from Tesseract - Dystopia
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