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My tears are dried on rags of pity
Dystopia behold its towering halls
I stumble barefoot sometimes crawl
the plague abroad in town and city
my tears are dried on rags of pity
Bare streets where ghostly footsteps echo
just boarded shops the new Art Deco
sidewalks, married to takeaway confetti
my tear are dried on rags of pity
Frailty of acceptance just a broken crystal palace
and mental anguish bears no malice
the slope so steep the way so slippery
my tears are dried on rags of pity
A swathe of fear, the scythe cuts toll
for all those remembered on that scroll
it's not signed off, left wall to wall graffiti
my tears are dried on rags of pity
I stumble barefoot sometimes crawl
the plague abroad in town and city
my tears are dried on rags of pity
Bare streets where ghostly footsteps echo
just boarded shops the new Art Deco
sidewalks, married to takeaway confetti
my tear are dried on rags of pity
Frailty of acceptance just a broken crystal palace
and mental anguish bears no malice
the slope so steep the way so slippery
my tears are dried on rags of pity
A swathe of fear, the scythe cuts toll
for all those remembered on that scroll
it's not signed off, left wall to wall graffiti
my tears are dried on rags of pity
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