Standing still,
Feeding the cold,
Binding meaning,
To serve the soul,
Can we pretend to be?
When our souls aren't free?
Drifting away,
To a distant place,
We'll mold the clay,
And start a new day,
I'm breaking apart the pieces today,
I'm pushing,
I'm pushing 'em so far away,
All the thoughts are dead,
Are you still alive?
I'll fill up the spaces,
With what's left to feel,
I'll bury the dead,
And feed on what's to be,
Follow the trail,
To trace out the faith,
Let the rivers fill,
And wash away the hate.

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