Lost in its wake
 Time slips away too soon

 Pleasures of fear
 Drawing us near
 Where could we go from here

 Waste what we want
 We beg and we're bought
 And nothing is wrong with us

 Life in these veins
 Godless and stained
 Glimpses of hope exist

 Slanted advance
 Threatened by chance
 Time slips away too soon

 Waste what we want
 We beg and we're bought
 And nothings wrong with us
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