This scene, this place, this part
It's wasting our lives
All hurt, all guilt
It's all so contrived
You build beyond
It's container size
This dirt, this hill
Is begging to slide
You pace, you pose, you fashion gold
You break, you sow, you hide your ghosts
You burn, you glow, you turn to coals
This air, is thick, it makes
Me think I am sick
I'm young, too young
To be on the brink
I'll walk, and I'll run
But I'm best when I sink
My thoughts, go on, and on
'Till I drink
You pace, you pose, you fashion gold
You break, you sow, you hide your ghosts
You burn, you glow, you turn to coals
The times, we talked
The things, forgot
Now my brain, is gone
My heart, is lost
My soul, left too
And away, it flew
And I waved, goodbye
Good luck
For somebody new
You pace, you pose, you fashion gold
You break, you sow, you hide your ghosts
You burn, you glow, you turn to coals
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