| In the distance
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| They are circling
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| I watch them go around and around
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| Never tiring
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| The one near death is hypnotized and closes it’s eyes
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| One last time
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| Patiently they wait for that perfect moment to descend
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| And pick to pieces a once healthy
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| Body of passion and life
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| It’s me or it’s you and I get to decide
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| Which one lives and which one dies
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| Where and when
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| How and why
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| Here and now
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| A vital organ plucked out
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| Because I need to survive
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| Self-sacrifice is suicide
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| Circling with occasional cries
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| Of delight
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| Of anticipation or remorse for nature’s ceaseless patterns
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| Binding every being to the same sick fate
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| What unfortunate creature must suffer
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| Watching a thousand deaths spiral slowly towards it
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| It’s me or it’s you and I get to decide
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| Which one lives and which one dies
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| Where and when?
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| How and why?
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| Here and now
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| A vital organ plucked out
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| Because I need to survive
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| Self-sacrifice is suicide
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| What unfortunate creature must suffer
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| Watching a thousand deaths spiral towards it
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| With the will but not the strength to move on
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| From this place
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| Just close your eyes
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| Just breathe your last sigh
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| Just let go of this life
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| Just close your eyes
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| Just breathe your last sigh
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| Just let go
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| It’s come now
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| Your time
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| How do you want us to die
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| With regrets rotting away all of my success
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| With longing eating away at my fulfillment
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| Must every self-interested act inflict
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| Devastation on another
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| Would you rather rot or be picked to pieces still alive
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| How do you want us to die |