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The hands of time -

were yet to lay themselves on you

Innocent [to] crime

You'd breathe but ne'er release your breath

Oh but then the gods -

raised the veil between your worlds

And you saw - the life beyond your plastic

die

Hold my hand - oh I'm at home at last

Don't mind your urge to run

Forget your comfort, embrace me

Entomb the soul - that fed your hope

For such - is the core of pain