So set them up and watch them call.Ignore the
call.So put it in and cut your rounds.You're back
around.With apathy and all your strength, you flex
your length.And in the end there's nothing
left.There's nothing left.Did you learn to
covet?Did you learn your hatred well?Did you
learn deception?You say there must be something
more.You can't move home.There's nothing left.The
colors run and bleed to grey.It's always grey.So
put your back against the wind and focus
in.Remember when you wanted life, you held the
knife.I'm not afraid to set it straight.It's too
late.There must be something more.
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