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| by Jonas Hafner |
Who do you carry the torch for, my young man?
Do you believe in anything?
Do you carry it around just to burn things to the ground?
What did you learn tonight,
While shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing?
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say.
You were freezing over hell.
You were bringing on the end you do so well.
You can only blame yourself, is what I say.
Feels like,
We could escape this.
I might,
Throw it away,
For fear of the silver sun.
If you try,
Running a maze,
Of your lies,
It's too hard to save.
You've thrown out every one.
- The Archers Bows Have Been Broken By Brand New
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