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There's so much work and I've nothing left
No time, no joy, no Messiah's sacrifice
No hope, no warmth to come home to
Alive, alone

Harder, it just gets harder
When no one cares about your dreams or fears
Giving to the living
When my soul's dead and drowned in tears

I hide my head to stay your hand
My cries of silence please your demands
I'm bruised and scarred but loving you
Alive, alone

Reasons, who needs reasons?
This lack of motive was all but planned
Maybe if you saw lately
This lack of purpose you'd understand

Strange, as though your purpose was all for you
But your eyes could see your "vision" misconstrued

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