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(Intro: A slow, echoing beat fades in, like a heartbeat from a deep cavern. Distorted, whispered vocals.)

They call it a blessing... I call it the longest sentence...

Watch the sun rise on a dynasty... and set on its remnants...

(Verse 1)

Yeah,I was born with a pulse, a regular man,

Scraped my knees on the pavement,part of the plan.

But the years started slippin’,a relentless parade,

While my reflection decided that it would just stay.

Friends grew beards,then grew grey, then grew tired and frail,

I held their hands at the finish,heard the end of the tale.

Watched my great-great-granddaughter lay flowers on my grave,

The one that’s empty and waiting,a mark that I gave.

I felt the Berlin Wall crumble from here to the east,

Sailed on wooden triremes,then rode in the steel beast.

I’ve forgotten more faces than most ever know,

Each“hello” is a future and lingering “though…”

(Chorus)

Immortal in the flesh,a permanent guest,

Watching history’s car crash from the edge of the nest.

I’ve seen empires ash,from the Roman to Reich,

Seen the same hungry fire in the torch and the strike.

I am the wound that won’t scar,the un-setting sun,

The first chapter still written when the story is done.

A museum of lifetimes inside of a skull,

The tide comes in relentless,but I am the pull.

(Verse 2)

I learned every language just to hear them all fade,

New slang from old conflicts,the same mistakes made.

Fought in the crusades for a god I then doubted,

Funded the Renaissance while the artists were shouted.

I held a musket,a rifle, a drone’s control pad,

Felt the same ancient anger dressed up in new fads.

Love?It’s a season, a beautiful frost,

A warmth that I cherish,knowing already the cost.

So I build walls of manners,of distance, of charm,

To keep my eternal core from causing more harm.

‘Cause to hold you forever means to outlast your light,

So I love in the moment,then vanish into the night.

(Chorus)

Immortal in the flesh,a permanent guest,

Watching history’s car crash from the edge of the nest.

I’ve seen empires ash,from the Roman to Reich,

Seen the same hungry fire in the torch and the strike.

I am the wound that won’t scar,the un-setting sun,

The first chapter still written when the story is done.

A museum of lifetimes inside of a skull,

The tide comes in relentless,but I am the pull.

(Bridge: Beat gets darker, more industrial)

The pain doesn’t stop,it just compounds and it stacks,

A millennium of migraines crowning my tracks.

I’ve drowned,I’ve been burned, felt the plague in my veins,

Every agony known just to reset the chains.

The body’a temple that never decays,

But the priest in the pulpit is lost in a haze.

I’d trade all the wisdom,the gold, the regard,

For the sweet,simple taste of a final “The End.”

(Verse 3)

So why do I stay?In the crowd, in the mix?

Maybe‘cause I’m still searching for the ultimate fix.

For a reason that sticks when the mountains are dust,

Or a love with a resonance powerful enough.

I’m the whisper in council that sounds like the pas