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Burning under my eyes pathetic

Your ashes through my fingers in the wind

Completed task

Back to the soil, rest in the mud

Just an organic mass treated changed to a fertile soil

Your concept of infinity is corrupted, archaic

You're condemned to burn

Wipe out, back to the void where you come from

Your insignificant resistance bends face to reality

You're condemned to burn

Have you ever looked under your feet

When you build something great?

Just an organic mass treated changed to a fertile soil

Your concept of infinity is corrupted, archaic

You're condemned to burn