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Wasting time all the people you said were right

In a life that was out of sight from what happened in here

You were born with a purpose or so it's sworn

Is it worthless to feel so torn about what happened in here

I'll be sure the poisons pure at night

All these rows of soldiers fall in line

Lighted traps or a fixture of autocrats

But their birthright is soon to lapse from what happened in here

Cinder blocks in a cascade of falling rocks

Set along from the aftershock of what happened in here

I'll be sure the poisons pure at night

All these rows of soldiers fall in line

Without words to guide you worth in time

I will not let it go

I've been hanging out I know I'll wait a while to go