Low Sky - A Walking Sleep | Текст песни

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In life and in death our scope and vision is static.
A world of regret with not one story to leave.
How quickly a life of need births a walk of excess.
Stumbling and trampling without the bruised heel to show it.
In your wake the open graves are covered with roses, justifying every fucking moment.
Mangled and spit out, this iron clad beast weighs heavier than all.
At your most desparate hour, and death clambors near, youll desert what you built in unbridled fear.

All youve gained, all your trials, all your life, is a waste.
Use others to build your wealth, your empire will smell of their blood and sweat.
But mark my words. Your last moments will taste of emptiness.

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