I pulled the fangs from a giant
The childlike motions made
It was alright
The industry didn’t need
Poltergeist
The planes of purpose
Sailed over the profits of daily routine
People’s new hopes
Become less of the ideal and more of the reality
The tenuous run up
Run down
The industry itself was turned upside down
We grab what we can
Our purpose hangs in the rafters
We present ourselves in a different light
Hoping to created from every side
As one industry sinks
Another arises
From the ashes to the sky
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