Gift Eaters - Qohelet | Текст песни

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• Gift Eaters
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I have seen all the things that are done under his son and they are all meaningless...
like chasing after the wind.
But what I mean brothers, is our time is short.
I won't live his life aloud.
Live this life without shame.
Live this life without guilt.
Live this life without pain.
We are but holes in poisoned dirt.
We are but scratches in the stone.
We are are but bones in the ground.
We are but dashes in between.
We are...

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