The testament you pray for, is counteracting everything The surrogate, the savior, the undertaking straight into the ground Your dying eyes will never see your fate in front of you Fall to arise in the unknown, fall to arise no more On no account arrange tradition, of high morale But guarantee your place in self assurance of complete return A plea, arise A hope, arise A light to clear the look of desperation from these eyes A plea, for closure A hope, to stand, to stand for anything A right, to understand A reason, to never, to never look away Is it really much too wide Is it that incomprehensible Are we so far too the side That well never fine our way at all
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