had I been wasting, all of my strength
you're a good soul but so far you're the end of all my days
whats covered and colored and it leads to an empty state
keeps us pulling at the corners legions spreading thin, why? we waste.
this can only wash away and signify what they need
remember facing there? that church we saw in the east?
this can only wash away, I touch the lost part of the faith
the fires that can reduce stone, we'll hear the whole city moan
I don't even care what it is you're running from
I don't even care to run myself at all
I was taught the song of lost, the wrong child sang
I don't even see you run at all
this will all come down may you all be glorified
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