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Sliding down a mountain,
as dusk passas to day.
The antidote of elation,
now lifeless masses awake.
Jaws of suxiety open,
the luring vampire of agility,
a fatal invitation,
sight hazing from me.
Chorus:
Oh midnight mountain,
I require,
inner re-location,
back to pinnacles high.
Drowining in empty faces,
sinking in banal,
I crave the isolation of eventide when perception climbs,
I just need the injection,
a dose to boost my flight,
a sonic blast of moonlight,
nucleus ignites.
Chorus 2:
Oh midnight mountai
now I'm revived,
stimulus transcending back to pinnacles high.
Screaming at doleful skies,
absorbing all my sighs,
responding to my cries ---
downcast a thunder of reprise,
won't let the next sunrise,
signal my landslide,
from estatic highs,
I'm on top of their demise.
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