we'll share rations of bread with
Drifters and deceivers know I only see this hour after evenings of infamy
There are thousands of you like me and you'll be so so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
grinding your teeth down to powder
We could have residence in the worse prison
That happens when you die and have no friends
to carry casket in the saddest procession
Those people often say they're sorry when your soul departs
But they recover oh so quick
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