The ones on how to survive and to perish
To love and be loved
To look with passion at another
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Long ago you once knew these feelings
But now your days are ashen
Burnt with contempt and brutality
You have nothing inside
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Your soul is not there for all to see
Nor is it for you
You have sensations that pull you along
That bind with your heart and inner being
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How can you keep it silent?
All that desolation and loathing and jealousy
You walk days and nights through the sand
Knowing it's there - this tugging
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So when the rage consumes your mind
All you need is to release
You hate the world
Or rather, the people you see each night
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That is why you yearn
That is why you want to draw the blood of others
Instead of your own
That is why they pay
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They pay for your anguish
They pay for their crimes
You are the perfect diguise
Silence is your tongue; stoic is your face
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It is your strength
Yet your source of damnation
The pain is all you feel
And the blood is all you see
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Yes . . . your eyes say it all deep behind that cherry colour
Your true self awaits a probing eye
Perhaps you have sanity after all
Perhaps you will live