| A life spent brewing the obsession
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| To raise monuments off loss
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| Purposeless measure for grand aspirations
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| The work is worth less than the cost
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| And the result is better off
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| Waste not want not
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| A heavy burden for any sane man
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| Shallow movements to abide
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| Empty gestures to disperse them
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| The dark will swallow the derived
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| And keep disciples in the blind
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| Waste not want not
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| A trail of cracked and crumbling sillouettes
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| A garden of corroded hopes
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| His legacy will sing over dirt and dust
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| As the sun will set once more
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| Dark passions and a cowards hands
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| Heart of war, mouth of decay
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| The craft was weaker than the will to build
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| As the ambtions swept away
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| A firm mask of confidence
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| A foundation of earth
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| The strong and the unbreakable
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| Are built broken from birth
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| Build your ruins
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| Make your early grave
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| All your structures
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| Are created to fade
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| As the sun breaks through the dark
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| And the night turns into day
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| There is nothing left to say |