Fractured signs, they waste my time
They concentrate, they take what's mine
Lost they move like fractured ghosts
To empty heads in empty lines
Trapped in frames of empty films
A war is flat, in frames they kill
Light will char and edits cut
They broadcast stare, they know they must
Faded raids before they fold
Into themselves it's done I'm told
Acting last repeats to last
And beats you back when credits rolled
Build yourself a fame through fire
And douse it out when you
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