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If not for what once was
If not for this broken dream
If not for this wretched luck
If not for what you did to me

Voices speak in the silence
Your infirmity cripples you
In the depths of the darkness
It whispers out, it calls your name

Communicate with the violence
Cold fingers claw at you
Shots ring in the silence
Old man death is coming after you

If not for this sense of failure
If not for this crippling pain
If not for this lack of execution
If not for what I think you did to me

If not for these closed eyes
If not for these ringing ears
If not for my lack of substance
And if not for my fear

Shaking off the signs
Refuse to hear the wisdom
And how can you justify
In your self-imposed prison?

Shaking off the signs…

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