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laid to rest in boxes, all of them but one

price paid for survival, I’m the only son

look back in anger on the ones who’ve gone

the tide will carry me and move me on

conceived in poison, never to survive

the light and the darkness will collide

the lost tribes

(Lead Break: “Magnetic Funeral,” R. Bruchert)

heed not the warning, live without regret

disobey commandments, we destroy ourselves

a deal with lesser devils brought them to their knees

existing only in a fading memory

conceived in poison, never to survive

the light and the darkness will collide

I will remember, those of us that died

no chance no matter how we tried

the lost tribes

(Lead Break: “Slime Mountain,” M. Sugar)

they lost their way somehow

they’re waiting for me now

I walk the stones, i read the names

cold and defensive, I remain

six feet above them is the distance I maintain

and whatever fate decides

I won’t be buried by your side