| Will they mourn for me?
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| A dying memory
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| Will they mourn for me?
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| A dying memory
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| You shall not pass
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| The grip of guilt sinks its claws in your back
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| The light retracts
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| Unforgiving and black
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| I see the face of destruction
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| Our soil never settles
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| Our conscience never clean
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| Our prayers are nothing but
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| Empty apologies
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| One with the worms
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| That crawl in the dirt
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| Comfort in the embrace of snakes
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| My father, my plague
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| Old ghosts of agony
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| Will they mourn for me?
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| A dying memory
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| Will they mourn for me?
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| A dying memory
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| You shall not pass
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| The stain of grief on eyes of glass
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| A man who only knows his path
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| Will walk alone
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| And bury his soul for sanity
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| Our soil never settles
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| Our conscience never clean
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| Our prayers are nothing but
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| Empty apologies
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| Love is not stronger than death
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| Lightless, we sift through the silence
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| Secretly begging for rest
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| The hope we resist as IVs drip
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| A conciseness of the waiting rooms' emptiness
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| Comfort in the embrace of snakes
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| My father, my plague blinded by rage
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| The darkness our only escape
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| Bloodletting sealing our fate
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| Unforgiven
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| Love is not stronger than death
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| Another hospital, another year of regret
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| Buried in the pain of my past
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| Old ghosts of agony
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| A dying memory
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| Will they mourn for me?
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| A dying memory
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| Will they mourn for me?
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| A dying memory |