You, you will not recover from this
this scarification you live and breathe.
With no promise of realisation,
it's too much witness.
Too much to witness, too much to witness,
Too much to witness!
Grasp at the air like there is something there,
grasp at the air because it's all that's left.
Never did I stop
reaching, out.
Never did I stop
breathing.
I thought you would never come back,
this is the break in your bone.
This is the wound in which we salt
to put your life on the throne!
Never did I think you would be getting out alive,
through a force of you're own you have struggled through this strife.
This is all a lie, you're born into this life,
light is what you seek and black is all you find.
Never have I witnessed
such hardship among us,
working your fingers to the bone
just to suffer in your fucking home.
Born into servitude, to live by their orders.
Born into servitude, you can't erase these memories.
I will not come to live by their orders
I will not come live their dream.
I need a reason to stay alive,
An excuse to stop you from breathing.

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