| Please grant me this one wish: This skin will never burn
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| Let the bones collapse like every body must but let the form escape the ravage
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| that come
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| A guarantee of every interaction
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| Necessity, perhaps, of this human complication
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| This world breed pain and suffering
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| I fear this dedication
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| Await the day my name is changed to meaningless distraction
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| Perhaps we’ve seen too much
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| Perhaps we’ve gone too far
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| Perhaps we’ve seen too much
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| Perhaps we’ve gone too far
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| A first against the collective hopes of man
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| One crushing blow for every glorious stance
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| If hope is truth, failure is fact
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| Despite our dreams, conflict is true contact
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| Wait for the day when my name becomes a curse upon your lips
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| It will dig into my core and haunt me as I walk, a ghost upon this Earth
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| A voice still lingers when I wake
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| The promise is loss
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| The shallow mind of man is still animal at its core and he is unable to control
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| it, no matter how much 'knowledge' he tells himself he possesses!
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| I see no civilization
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| No triumph of the will, for strife is all man seeds
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| A tree of hate that flower not but on our pain it feeds
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| Compassion feigned by selfishness, command all life to bleed
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| This body aches from all it’s seen but a force is strong within |