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What you can't breath... the chaos of snow and smoke. |
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What you can't heal... old wounds and scarred skies. |
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What you dont know... missing memories. |
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What time will reveal. |
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On the frontlines in a battle over our minds... |
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We are the miscellaneous debris... |
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Coming to terms with how this might appear in hindsight. |
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In the furture, we are there... blanketed in ash. |
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Explaining why the ghosts of all the lives wasted |
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Haunt us. Leaving all things cursed. |
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Expectations as anchors. Captivation as strife. |
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Unbridled want controls what might be this life. |
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Handful of rulers with bloody hands writes |
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History of the future. Creating all that's in sight. |
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This sorrow we suffer ails us alone. |
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How cheap is it to forget? |
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How expensive to remember? |
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Could just one joy compete with one death? |
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When the day comes... |
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Bury my heart. burn my soul. |
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One more time around with this pathetic sorrow. |
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This sorrow. |
