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Tides of growing restlessness

Have my path encumbered.

I've pulled my weight

Through countless days

But all I see is need.

What are you fighting for?

What are you waiting for?

What are you trying to prove?

What are you waiting for?

This belief

Is not the weapon that you seek,

Pulling swords from precious stones.

I never thought I'd see the day

When all that's left to lose

Is a chance to remain the same.

I never thought I'd see the day

When all that I've denied

Is all I have left to become.

Though the thought

Of my humanity

Has my mind belabored,

And the sands beneath

May burn my soles,

The path I walk will lead me home

In spite of those who would this path impede.

What are they fighting for?

What are they waiting for?

Who are they trying to fool?

What are they waiting for?

This disease

Is just the nature of this beast

Holy wars on barren land.

I never thought I'd see the day

When all that's left to lose

Is a chance to remain the same.

I never thought I'd see the day

When all that I've denied

Is all I have left to become.

Consign to ruin all you would hold

Conniving rats below; the vermin in our midst

Unchain your idols; breathe new dust to life

To know the enemy; first shall you know yourself