Our souls wish to be burden less.
Long, the way of life.
Filled with demons and fears.
Crowing and fading, as light breaks the sky.
Waves in line, all on time.
Graves aren't made, they're kept.
I accept my fate...
Life goes on.
Long, the way of life.
Filled with demons and fears.
Crowing and fading, as light breaks the sky.
Waves in line, all on time.
Graves aren't made, they're kept.
I accept my fate...
Life goes on.
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