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this ink in our skin we've sealed our fate,
and the axe early
(only naturally) So what does that matter?
There's a bed of skeletons waiting for me,
on the side
They're for my next (next fatal breath)
Human lives to me seem so unreal, can't see the fog
(nothing past a grey wall) see the stereotype
Belief, structure built up in you.
I'll tear you and the one who created you
If didn't have One how would they act?
If we didn't hope how we behave?
Would still feel remorse
if slaughtered innocent beings?
Or is hope the only thing that keeps you sane?
A good friend told me we are our memory
without it we equal nothing
And all I can see is the place I wanna be
my life was so free
Leaves at my feet, blown to the ground
their are reaching my ears
coming fast, suns going down
But away from me... keep away from me
(it's hard, to keep me in this place, keep from me)
We may created the beginning, mentally
We may have the beginning, physically
To the end of our human existence...
I see through you
The fear that's in your eyes
A friend once told me we are our memory
it we equal nothing
And all I can see is the place I be
Timeless my life was so free
Leaves at my feet, to the ground
echoes are reaching my ears
Nights fast, suns - confused
I don't know the but do you.
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