Suggesting time is nothing but an essence
Thinking it all feels the same
Forever waiting on an endless dream
Eternally doom to wait on regret
In a moment of sanity we run for cover
But it is to late
It’s always to late
Will freedom get to us
Or are we locked in here for good
Now and forevermore will there be death
In a lifeless passage we once have lived
Destruction will not be the way to the end
Save your last breathe for what its worth
you are going to need it.
Hide whatever has value in your life
or you will lose it.
Speak with no emotion
You are going to want it.
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