All that was of cost
Became the dream and not
The fostered ideas that made the plot
Account for the fear
That's hitting you near
Stray you may but what's hidden will appear
And these warnings
Are clear as the spring
They withhold what we're called on to sing
It's not fate that I could choose
No pride induced truce
Uncompromising truth that I haven't gotten used to
Claim you're use of truth
However it comes to you
Holding tightly to a string
That's quickly withering
I am bound by the fright
And at loss for the fight
Claim you're use of truth
However it comes to you

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