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If of darkness the sun was born

Like its sister, the moon

Then the womb of the mother

Is also their tomb

Cry with me, cry

With fanatical ambition, death shadows creation

It lets the last of the litter take the lead

It pours from the sky, collects in the deep

It lets every grand idea die in its sleep

Cry with me, cry

Tell me everything was better back when

What wouldn’t you give to do it again?

An anomaly of a second chance

Falling straight into your hands

What of after we're done dying?

We only have one shot at this

Should we fail because we try it

Our debts will be erased

We won’t be missed

Retry, renew, suffer, no more

Do you know what the future will bring?

Retry, renew, suffer, let go

I was wrong about everything

And it ain't worth a fire

It ain't worth a dime

Good things die in their prime

And it ain't worth a fire

It ain't worth a dime

Good things die in their prime