To each, a blind eye
To hold the filter of self-control
To none, a sense
That we are lost inside

Victims, not witnesses
Not accomplished
Not up by standard
In a time when worlds collide

For us a safe denial
Not to push beyond our goals
For us a shadow-image
What our subtlety allows

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