Paroles de in defeat: depreciated
dwell, trapped in a cloud of poison. i can't, i just cannotbreathe. all our toes are broken, hobble on our
weakened knees. suffer for the sake of virtue,
i think you're really just discontent.
your martyred hands became the walls
that hide the fact that we all want out.
hold our hands out to the flame. it's a pointless torch
that burns them. hobbled by the weight of what?
a promise that's unending. it's not for the lack of trying.
it's not for the lack of dying.
hold our hands out to the flame. it's a pointless torch
that burns them. hobbled by the weight of what?
a promise that's unending. it's not for the lack of trying.
it's not for the lack of dying.
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