There is an aftertaste to celebrate In the swings of my suicide Or the lines I will draw by myself Within the grasp, fictitious pasts, and all my doubts How can you see through the shadows With the blinding light Burning in your eyes So where will all of you be When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides? How can you see through the shadows With the blinding light Burning in your eyes So where will you be When the killing fields are cleared and this world divides? The loss of heart becomes unbearable And a vanishing point becomes intact So when a six foot drop is my best I will expect nothing less than a soldiers death How can you see through the shadows With the blinding light Burning in your eyes So where will all of you be When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides? How can you see through the shadows With the blinding light Burning in your eyes So where will you be When the killing fields are cleared and this world divides? There is an aftertaste to celebrate In the swings of my suicide Or the lines Ive drawn At last for redemption And finally for my forgiveness In the end this bitterness bends Simply encased in my withered hands How can you see through the shadows With the blinding light Burning in your eyes So where will all of you be When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides? How can you see through the shadows With the blinding light Burning in your eyes So where will you be When the killing fields are cleared and this world divides?
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