No remorse, no room for sympathy.
In a world full of pageantry.
We walk the line, like tight ropes with mines beneath.
We follow blind, it’s easier to be the sheep.
This scene is set for tragedy.
No one can hold you back
Even with your arms tied and the tide to your back.
This room is falling in.
Culprits from a bastard kin.
Cancers got nothing on lead pipes and false hopes.
Somewhere in there is a sick joke.
God must laughing at me...
writing me out
Even though we’re six feet under,
Even though we were left for dead
We get up again!
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