The cries of all the things
that ought to die
resonate inside my heart
Stabbing me in a blind fury
like a child
desperate and lost
The air I take in
with each breath is alien
It burns me from within
reminding me that I cannot
renounce the vow
The time is now
Of what are you innocent?
You carried contraband
into my mind as if
you couldn't kill me dead enough
Your waste is in my blood
It's never going to stop
I played along but now
I do no longer know just how
Of what are you innocent?
You carried contraband
into my mind as if
you couldn't kill me dead enough
Your waste is in my blood
It's never, never going to stop
I kept silent all my life
prepared to make some sacrifice
The cries of all the things
that ought to die
interfuse
It's time for you to choose
I am no longer angry
I'm in good faith
We can finish this
with dignity and grace

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