Call it what you wish to, call it what you will
A difference of opinion, a dash of overkill
A touch of Cain and Abel, a tear from eyes that fill
Part of all we stand for, the urge that's hard to still
We narrow down our vision
Open up our arms
But by then it's far too late
To hear our own alarms
Our own alarms
Every time we spill out words, or bottle up our thoughts
The killing and the passion, can only come to naught
We feel our way in darkness, with all our senses taut
We try and find the one thing, we know that cannot be bought
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