Early Grave
Strike absent sin
Upon the grave
The mind trapped within
The coffin of brave
You say you’re so self aware
Make sure we know
You say you don’t care
But we know
Running a lie
Until the end of your days
Selling soul ‘til you die
You still think you will stay
Hiding away
In you
Behind eyes you pray
You won’t lose
Losing yourself
Dancing in dust
Living in wealth
Living in rust
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