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Entrance to the sheer process
Of stripping the memories from your mind
Through loss and understanding
Realize you’re just a product of your time

Nothing more than a drone
Stranded, perpetually lost

There is nothing sacred in this world
And nothing’s what I am for you
Still condemned to fight all my battles alone

I can’t rely or repent
For only death can save us now

A gruesome trail of grief
Sedated by the fear of loss and greed
Never lasting, never knowing
Through jaded eyes I see myself dead

What has been lost cannot be restored

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