A Mountain from Automano by Automono

There may come a time when our tears are crystal.
Shimmering with light, as bright as missiles.
Reflect what might have (or where we’ve) been.
Or of how it used to be... when we were silent.
Every mound amounts to nothing.
When the tide comes in, who rings the siren?

To the creatures in control and the one’s they’ve sold:
Our eyes are wide this time, from the stories that you’ve told.

One day we’ll count the treasures we’ve found.
They just washed ashore, right next to our mound.
(But) every mound, amounts to nothing.
‘Cuz underwater now, we are one.
(But) every mound, amounts to nothing.
‘Cuz underwater now, we are one.

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