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I’ve spat to the hand that feeds me, turned my face away
To stare into the darkness with no light in my eyes
This is the way it all has been, chain of infinite days
Of lukewarm emptiness to lukewarm race

Devouring bits of you awareness twists the knife once more
What ever comes your way takes you down
Reaching out to the flame that burned us and yet we never learn;
What doesn’t kill you will hurt like hell

Could you hold on much longer?
Offer a hand and pull me through
Follow me and collect all the shatters
Rifts of me spread down by the fall

Friends vanishing in thin air with tracks I cannot trace
When death rips the cattle it won’t stay the same
What ever took me down one bravely stood the ground
And helped me with making peace with the fire that still burns

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