All the promises you hold in yourself
An obvious manipulation
I
Shall leave hollow inside
To touch yourself
Not in our hearts
And to stand above
will be a matter of time
Cause naked you come
and naked you shall leave this ground
With a trail of lies
left behind
Then I'll come
The prophet who didn't asked to be
Now see what I've known
The past and the future
For his past is the future
and those days are behind us |
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