What you can't breath, the chaos of snow and smoke
What you can't heal, old wounds and scarred skies
What you dont know, missing memories
What time will reveal
On the frontlines in a battle over our minds
We are the miscellaneous debris
Coming to terms with how this might appear in hindsight
In the future, we are there blanketed in ash
Explaining why the ghosts of all the lives wasted
Haunt us, leaving all things cursed
Expectations as anchors, captivation as strife
Unbridled want controls what might be this life
Handful of rulers with bloody hands writes
History of the future, creating all that's in sight
This sorrow we will suffer, ails us alone
This sorrow we will suffer, ails us alone
How cheap is it to forget?
How expensive to remember?
Could just one joy compete with one death?
Could just one joy compete with one death?
When the day comes
Bury my heart, burn my soul
One more time around with this pathetic sorrow
This sorrow
This sorrow
This sorrow
This sorrow
This sorrow
This sorrow
This sorrow
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