SORNE
dead desert
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The air is sour
the light grows dimmer
the road grows harder
this life has lied to me
of all things measured pure
and of my own divinity
as time wears on
i find that I am scared
an angst inside of me
for what I've done
for what we are
for what we can't stop
he's gone now
it's ours
he deserved every cut
every cut
and now it's yours
it's always been yours