With this ink in our skin, we've sealed our fate
And the axe comes early
So what does that matter?
There's a bed of skeletons waiting for me
On the other side
They're waiting for my next move
(Next fatal breath)
Human lives to me seem so unreal, can't see through the fog
(Nothing past a gray wall)
See past the stereotype
Belief, structure built up in you
I'll tear you down and the one who created you
If they didn't have one how would they act?
If we didn't have hope how would we behave?
Would they still feel remorse if they slaughtered innocent beings
Or is hope the only thing that keeps you sane?
A good friend once told me you are memory
Without them we equal nothing
And all I can see is the plac
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