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Surely you
How everything gets old
But the images stay fresh
And worst of all your blood still flows
Like a reminder of life
When at the edge of death
Wicked ways of the world we call home
where we dream of life and yet we yearn for dreamless nights
Set ourselves up for a downfall
It's not inevitable but it shall be
And all your sins
bring you a smile to your warm grave
It's ok to prove you've lived
but when you're a mere lukewarm almost bones 6 feet deep
Providing nothing but a feast to the maggots
You'll surely be happy with yourself
Surely
But the images stay fresh
And worst of all your blood still flows
Like a reminder of life
When at the edge of death
Wicked ways of the world we call home
where we dream of life and yet we yearn for dreamless nights
Set ourselves up for a downfall
It's not inevitable but it shall be
And all your sins
bring you a smile to your warm grave
It's ok to prove you've lived
but when you're a mere lukewarm almost bones 6 feet deep
Providing nothing but a feast to the maggots
You'll surely be happy with yourself
Surely
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