The poison passed among us, drains the hope from your eyes.
You're living with wounds left behind, unyielding, until nothing remains.
Just like the innocence missing. Sedated, just to survive,
but surviving is just a waste of time. denying the pain around your mind.
This cure is only a sedative, It follows you everywhere you turn...
We’re infected with this dependency, In the absence of this realization,
we are losing more pieces. Medicine, used without care, is poison.
In the Absence of Love, Nothing will grow. And the sickness flows uninterrupted.
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