You could say we made it very far, you could also say that we never left the yard or we’re stuck in the same place that we were yesterday, crying out for help with blood on our hands in a messed up world we sigh and you demand, anything and everything that’s not nailed to the ground. Tell me there is something worth left to find, some kind of solace, yeah some kind of peace of mind, I know that im living but im fully aware that im dying, this skin is a prison, I cant get out but I cant help but try. And if there really is a god, I wonder where he is, probably out watching out over some little kid, instead of keeping a closer eye on mankind, because killers and rapists live to grow old while the good die young, rest their souls and it’s hard not to feel we’re in a growing decline. Well tell me there is something worth left to trade, something worth salvaging yeah something worth left to save, we’re all slowly running, and we’re fighting for that last breath, when all is said and done it will be gone and there ‘ll be nothing left.
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