As we try for the thousandth time
To speak of dying as an act that we commit
We slowly ball into a fist of failure
Arms are raised, it looks like this is the end
Should we lie here in broken coffins?
Still as the walls begin smile while they cave in
I'm a glutton for failure but I promise you this
You'll have my voice in the end
As we sing the mantra in our hearts
The one we thought was lost,
When this is over still the last embrace is ours,
While we breathe, the ashes fill our lungs
And the ember in our hearts is lost to sweet caress that stings
And scars like salted wounds.
AND SCARS LIKE SALTED WOUNDS!!
And the sweetest distractions come to tear us from our seconds of peace
In this spiritual canter there's a cancer that's taking control
I refuse to be part of a future...
Gone is the moment when we could have blamed our ignorance on youth
Now's left the bitter taste /of blood in my mouth /but it's earned by seeking answers and a truth we all should know.
While we sing the mantra in our hearts
The one we thought was lost,
When this is over still the last embrace is ours,
While we breathe, the ashes fill our lungs
And the ember in our hearts is lost to sweet caress that stings
It stings
While we sing the mantra in our hearts
The one we thought was lost
When this is over still the last embrace is ours
While we breathe.

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