The soul is for sale
so that it may find rest
Does it hurt?
We belong in the fire
If truly we are
brothers in arms
we're no better than the liars
Thrown up, falls down at the end of the day
The higher your objective the longer the fall
Wear a crown of grace
Never leave a trace
Quietly embrace
Leave some breathing space
Thrown up, falls down at the end of the day
The higher your objective the longer the fall

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