Lyrics
Death, beg of us,
as we frolick through the flames
of our fortitude.
Below the incadescent soot,
lies layer upon layer
of collected decisions.
Whats become of me and you,
nothing new,
denying everything thats
probably true.
You can feel it now,
you can feel now,
everything you once knew.
Walk in line, you will find,
something inside you dies.
Painted faces, mascarading,
taking me down.
I'm so sick and tired,
of being for hire,
i'm not going out.
With out fighting for the life,
that i once knew was worth more,
was worth more.
Walk in line, you will find,
something inside you dies.
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