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(Death):
This advice fell upon deaf ears
What a waste of one's true golden years
Talk about a self-indulgence
You're in need of an ego death
What a waste of someone else's breath
Seems to be a slight recurrence
Like the poet
Orpheus can relate
And you know it's
Happened only too late
I'll take what's mine
In time, in time
You faked divine
The crime of crimes
Say goodbye to the promise lands
Any more blood spilling on your hands?
Consequences fit the action
Take 'em down where the tide runs black
Did I say there was any turning back?
Cursed as a chain reaction
Know these faces
They're the last that you'll see
Yeah, you've made it
Greet the day with ennui
So damn your kind
They're blind, they're blind
Accept you're mind
In time, in time
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