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Years of blood, tears of all thereafter

Cradled all your thoughts and dreams

Broken up inside the fear of leaving

To the end of you felt had meaning

Days of counting down for all thereafter

Buried all our thoughts and dreams

Push the knife inside your fear of leaving

To make it all just how you need

Life, an afterthought as you scrape your path out of your boot tread

Tracks of crimson stains that tell of your utter disdain

Life, an afterthought as you scrape your path out of your boot tread

Tracks of crimson stains that tell of your utter disdain