Tired eyes echo tired lives, we've worked ourselves to the bone each night,
just to keep ourselves crawling back inside.
Fingernails are broken down, our limbs our torn out,
hearts are crowned with the sorrow of a decade of decay.
Our waxen wings have let us down again, like Icarus we flew into the sun.
The pride in our eyes was our only disguise, and now we lie here broken and alone.

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