In the beginning
There was only an end
Only the means
That led to descent
A thousand scenes
I don't pretend
I don't long to forget
Because I can't defend
All the paths that we walked
Hand in warm hand
All the prey that we stalked
Appeasing one demand
All the hours we clocked
Working in the sand
The world we mocked
The things we had planned
I’ve had to accept
we deserved our defeat
Our hair unkempt
Sleeping in the street
We weren’t exempt
Bruised hands down to feet
I know now we aren't meant
to live such deceit
And here at the end
Once again we begin
I repay what you lent
you pay for each sin
I know where you went
you know that I'm pinned
spirit crushed and spent
and I still can't give in.
You learned to repent
I learned how to win
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