These are the tools at hand and this is what you came for. So rest your faith on some solemn note... When I give up on you It's not me being callous. Send me a letter, tell me how it's going. Just stay the fuck away from me, until you reach some understanding I give up. The first one is the worst one, took all I thought I ever had. Well, maybe it's supposed to hurt some, but I can face it knowing. That after all this there will be some kinda prize to find, but I'm not the man to chance it anymore. I spent a lifetime being locked up in expectancy dreaming of truce... Without these chains and iron mask to drag me down through veils of bone and bloodline I can see the lie It's up to you now completion of this eyes staring blindly back at nothing So this is where it ends, your promises mean nothing. I will leave you here to die. Alone. A pale shadow of what was once.
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