We came with nothing
We'll die with nothing
In this life of chains and solitude,
with calloused hands, we take everything
Your face is a distant reverie
Bleed the veins, sow the seeds of infancy
(Don't look back, it's all we've got)
Caught between the folding fatal lines
we are not alone
We're not hopeless
We're not unfamiliar
Our lives are not in vain
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