With The End In Mind - II. True Weight Of The Things We Must Carry | Текст песни

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I refuse this long life of slow dying!
The ashes of this hateful construct will nurture a thing wild and new
No more numbing the pain
No more seeking escape
Fight for the living,
Dream the Feral Dream
All of these courses,
Lead me home again
Up on the hill,
Casting brilliant glass shards at the sky
Waking to the cries of hawks
And the world turns again.

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