Robert Lansing (September 1992-)
I heard you enter
I heard you close the door
I heard you walking up
But you weren't there.
Three times denied yet I won't wake up...
My rocks turn to sand
Stuck in a timepiece on a piece of time never to be rewound
Only replayed, decayed... fade, fade!
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