Sunlight penetrates across the sky, a mother’s smile the child knows why
Shadows spring from distortion it seems savage! mean! consume all things
Then Vestiges of man’s past, those grains of sand through the hourglass
So What’s in a deed for those who die because we don’t feed, we’ll bleed
We intrepid the weak to be imperfect, wouldn’t that be the deed of a serpent
Our illusions build transparent dreams the deafening cries our babies scream
Dead! the passions that once stir our hearts, how did it begin why did it start
Do we call onto the lord or decide the cost of carrying them we can not afford
Death will be their cost denied a ride from blame will hide, we’ve already died.
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