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I know you're not able to see the damage is done

A hollowed house of burning debris, we're overrun

Leave this child to wither and die under the ailing sun

Who will know?

Clawing at my chest, removing the dirt

Worms writhe from my skin in search of an ailing sun

No one here is waiting for you

You will die in vain pursuit of truth

The world's never kind

And my heart is lost in the crowd

The dust burns my lungs

My face melts away

All that's left are your lies