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Forward - always pushing on and on, until the blood runs cold

Never did you ask for this, but temptation has won

The stone started to roll, illusion of control, greed has the upper hand

You wanted to fly, flying without wings

And you wanted to touch the sky, to play with fire

A silver lining in times so dull and bleak

Around every corner death comes crawling

Life is random and full without cruel intend

A callous hangman comes to judge you

Nothing, no action ever will be without consequence, pointless to plea innocent

All was for the loved ones, grasping for every straw

That shadow hunting you, devoid of empathy

The stone started to roll, illusion of control

greed has the upper hand

You wanted to fly, flying without wings

And you wanted to touch the sky, to play with fire

You wanted to much, wanted to much wealth

you wanted to touch the sky, to play with fire

That shadow hunting you, devoid of empathy

Impartial executioner, determined, rigid, cold