Quiet Storm

There is no past
 There is no future
 Now I'm free to live, at last
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 No more courage at my fingertips
 I sit and wait for the nothingness
 All aboard, your fate is departing
 Last train ever, well, it's now or never
 The rain of fireworks above the lake
 Familiar skies of a native place
 Revel in the summer aftertaste
 My final act was to disintegrate
 There is no past
 The future has been cast
 Now I'm free to live, at last
 
 Search for truth in a coffee cup
 But inspiration is an idle drug
 A quiet storm is raging in my mind
 Hurricane of my own design
 I crackle like a radio wave
 Remote status in a western state
 Listen closely, some horsemen are calling
 Lay back, the night sky is falling
 There is no past
 The future has been cast
 Now I'm free to live, at last
 Now I'm free to live, at last
 Now I'm free to live, at last