| Breathing an air
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| Permeated, soaked in darkness
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| Emanating from within
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| I wear this chaos well
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| Though none should save me Resonating like a scream no one can hear
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| My need for innocence
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| The place where I began
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| Desperation keeps me here
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| The abyss becomes me I wear this chaos well
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| A venom on my lips, a poison?
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| My spirit impurified
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| Are these not words of heresy
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| In everything I choose to say
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| Every cry a wasted moment
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| With you I stand in hope
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| That god will save us from ourselves
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| Until another day is lost
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| Even lands we once called home
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| Lie undiscovered and unknown
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| Only heaven’s silence for an answer
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| And did our laughter, did our tears
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| Did we toil in vain in hope
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| Have some purpose after all?
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| That wisdom came from what we’d done?
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| Even lands we once called home
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| Lie undiscovered and unknown.
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| Only heaven’s silence for an answer.
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| Are these not words of heresy
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| A venom on my lips, a poison?
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| My spirit impurified
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| In everything I choose to say
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| But not the lessons learned
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| If I would she’d my skin, the layers left,
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| It would not undo what I have done
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| Or grant forgiveness in some better days |