Without a purpose,
Without a sound.
To bask in regard of
The place I'm allowed to
Call my destined conclusion.
I have it all when I'm wrong.
Rust and blood
Paint the portrait you wrought.
Life as dirt,
I have it all when I am wrong.
Pariah, you'll cry out.
A fire to die out.
A war behind the flesh and bone
To salve the sight of absent hopes.
A prayer rings throughout these halls
And maims promise of healing.
Pariah, you'll cry out.
A fire to die out.
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