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I'll pour concrete in your veins so you'll never change.
Scar a message on my wrists saying “The love I take is the skulls of the ones who resist”.
Ironically my freedom has trapped me.
You complain that it's all the same but you've only got yourself to blame.
I know you've felt this burden a thousand times.

Let the chariots speed away, darkness falls but our ambitions show the way.
I walk alone so my failures are hidden.
A secret below the ocean, settled vision.
The crashing sound of passing time I'll have to make it mine.

Will I know when I'm sitting at the throne of the misguided who are starved for the nourishment?

Why won't my hands stop shaking?
I feel the world settling in and to be honest I don't sleep well, the pressures on as we go for the motions.
I have an itch I just can't scratch, it keeps me up and I question.
The longer I stay away the more I miss the strife.