Another day,
Another night,
It all passes so quickly
From infancy to adulthood,
Then down into the grave,
The cold of night
And warmth of day
Still haunt that pretty face
While the mind inside
Just rots away

This is why our lives are short,
And often times cut shorter
Not for physical fragility,
But for the mind’s lost sanity
Which degrades the form as well

Our hearts can’t take the strain,
Our lungs stop filling right,
Our minds begin to lose the battles
Of this awful, awful fight

One day they simply stop
And lay their weapons down
And try to repent for all the sin
And all the pain inside

This is how we die,
A sacrifice for peace
That destroys our souls
And tears our forms apart.

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