Divided I'm carelessly counting my sins
The sight of growing too old to begin
Sentenced to find the one that is gold
In a pile of nothing.
To our hearts we wreck we're reborn
I grow inside you I feel nothing
And when I'm born I will be ready
There's not enough of a reason to be ugly
I'll crucify you and burn until you're nothing
And if my body is bruised would you believe me that
I am more than you and what you're reading
Medic I feel headless
Leave me
Divided I'm carelessly counting my sins
The sight of growing too old to begin
And if the world never died
I'd live long enough to forget what its shape is
I lost each one of my eyes
In a world mind versus the question

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