Over sterile sands and fields Through deserted towns On wet roads Over lands and borders Under autumn skies Fresh blood on my hands and arms And you struck blind Im too lame to go for the throat My strength lies in all that remains behind But the devastation here is all in the mind When our brightest colors have faded None of this shall count And when convulsions come to rest I lean back onto all that remains behind But the devastation here is all in the mind
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