Through the course of this road Working to separate us Numb that way we grow Older and colder No more of the past I cant see it I cant fucking feel it So much empty space In front of me now I will never know The depths to which Ill never go Seems like I cant even satisfy myself A lifestyle destined to end up incomplete In a way or many ways Bigger better brighter than white light Who really cares? And who will survive? Why do we try? Am I thinking wrong? These living hands we adorn with precious sentiment Only before we knew if they start dying Not long enough is the rest before the sleep In this world you might as well concede to cancer.
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