We hear, we forget
We speak and we regret.
Following echoes of a heart beat
Walking in other's feet.
In this cycle we thrive
Kill to feel alive
Steal to survive
Yet for happiness we strive.
Live of others grief
Your joy trying to retrieve.
Cry but never feel,
Hurt and never heal,
Come and never stay,
Selfish beings of clay.
A ticking time bomb is the heart,
Digging your grave from the start
Each day it grows steeper
And youll fall deeper.
The first thing to lose is ur name
Just pictures on a frame
Be called "the corpse"
Be called "the body"
A shadow in the courts
Pittied by everybody.

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