Parades End - Death Of The Fittest | Текст песни

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Do you feel the sunshine
that has never shined down on me?
Your cold shadows cast upon me
as I look for the light I'll never see.
The death of me = the death of you.
I wish I had the voice to have my say,
I wish I had the strength to push you away.
I'm two worlds below.
The weight crushes down more,
more than ever before.
Your possession is my regression.
I decay as you grow.
So go spread and drain me away;
unlike you I'm expendable.
I'm not the fittest,
not even fit to survive,
and I may be, may be the one to fall now,
but you're next in line.
I may not live, may not live to see another day,
but I'll try my best to live
off the crumbs that you throw my way.

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