Belief and the madness in the literal hell
the place we all know and don't wish for too well
with the destructive people and the dwelling soldiers
and I tiptoe on the broken glass and the soil

I'm cutting my feet on it
I am bleeding and still moving on
my mind is screaming, my face is gone
but keep breathing, keep living on

The world is dying
you're fading away
the cryings in the darkness
the wide-eyed little girl and her screaming daddy
the ending of it all scares you to death
but when it comes I think they'll be ready
 
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