Event Horizon
My event horizon envelopes your city
Am I Buckaroo Banzai or Walter Mitty?
Not even your light can escape
Now even time will break
The temple wasn’t built
So your city shall fall
It’s not my fault
No, not at all.
Am I the Christ you’re looking for?
Marx or Elvis, or no one at all?
It doesn’t matter If I can’t meet your eyes
I just can’t reach, though I try
We don’t speak
So the story ends
And it’s not my fault
If it happens again
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