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The narrow path is concealed
No footprints to lay it's trail
Too deep in our own hypocrisy
Hoping the lost will lead us there
Once promised to lead a life
Worth more than the sacrifice
Worth more than the air we breathe
But instead we are left to sleep
To forever live in these broken dreams
Surrounded by delusions
Abstract deranged ideas made true
A dimly lit imagination
In which the world was made for you
Reality obscured by lies
Life is nothing more than wasted time
One last breath of air before the tide...
Burn the bridges
That lead to a hollow grave
And guide the lost back home...
Find your way back home
Once promised to lead a life
Worth more than the sacrifice
Worth more than the air we breathe
But instead we are left to sleep
To forever live in these broken dreams
It's nothing more than wasted time
One last breath of air before the tide...
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