I woke up and questioned why
the night takes my life every time
giving all to what's been calling
the dawn arrives to take even more

The reflection of you is worn on me
biding time for an early grave

No action is without consequence
No life is born innocent
We are the sins of the father
we are the scourge of the mother

We are the wound bleeding dry
forever gaping wastes of humankind

Bonded by our fading mortality
pointing fingers at our suspect morality
the cycle repeats itself
time after time

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