LYRIC

As I drift away with the dust,
The light consumes the dark recluse,
No time to waste in this mess,
I will retreat, no sins confessed,
How did we get so lost? Away.

Who will repair this broken hear?

This world will miss none of us,
The sick we cure, the bad we just

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