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Show me the river you have beaten
Show me death served in admissible portions
Kindness in murder, smiling doom
There is no harmony, no fucking proportions

It’s a crater filled with waste
I hallucinate, I'm immersed
You and me, we're zeros
Can't multiply against ourselves

You cannot lean against the void
You can touch its inaction
Let it fuck you, beat you black
Later wear it with fashion

For what you believed you knew
You're certain now that you don't
What you built to see you through
Shows now that it won't

You thought it too grand to end
You thought it too young to be spent

The arms you command
In time will come to betray you
Alliance you made in life
In death won’t answer to save you

One more chance
To make it right
To take ourselves
Out of the light

One more chance
To make it right
And as history shows, it was expected
It'd be wasted in our hands

For what is a 100 years?
For what is a 100 years?

It's just fucking numbers
It just fucking happens
It passes and it’s done

Oh, it's just numbers
It just fucking happens
Every day the world ends for someone

Why?
Why?

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