The road is narrow the horizon wide,
and to say what's waiting on the other side, it's so wanted; the untimate prize, but what good is something if you can't have it until you die?
Desperate, tenacious, clinging like a grain of sand, watching it's foundation wash away, wash away, drunk with the assertions, they know they can't defend, confident that they might live again.
Live again, live again,
would you give it all up to live again?
Temptation, revelation, you decide,
torture shows it's colors often in disguise, progress and purpose help us realize, we pass along our faith although it must be blind.
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Let's go!
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Ohhhhhh...
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