Mans sacrifice is another species gain
So says the man frantic and vain
But given the time we find ourselves dead
The foolish fears we have being put to bed
Perhaps we're the bringers of destruction
Annihilation is brought up and never forgotten
So we write our books and we kill the time
While we scorn our roots and leave them behind
Man was made for many reasons
And yet we only know one that being treason
Your loss my gain, my gain your loss
Purging our feeling without equal cause
The selfish mans a hero
The lesser a zero
But society has room for only one
A mad pipe dream beneath a bleeding sun
So tell me my friend, do you live like a king?
Because life is never just how it seems.
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unorthodoxx god of death
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Nothing is sacred when no one is saved
Nothing's forever, so count your days
Nothing is final, and no one is real
Pray for tomorrow, and find you're empty still.
Nothing's forever, so count your days
Nothing is final, and no one is real
Pray for tomorrow, and find you're empty still.
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