For all the agony we have suffered
For all the glory desired to achieve
All ideas of better life have dried
And the blood stains our clothes
Sweet music pleasing the ear
When there's nothing left to lose
One's mind might go mad from it's beauty
All burdens have vanished in the air thick with smoke
For one moment we are satisfied
For once there's no throat to wrap fingers around
And strings are finishing their part
Soon we will see what lief beyond
The endless agony, all in vain
No songs will be written of this endeavor
Lost insanity and worthlessness
Lost in deep dark pits with ladders rotting

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