In the past, another forgotten face
I can almost remember, what it was I misplaced
And I can almost decipher these cryptic runes
Symbols all point to the fact
That there’s been too many bodies removed

In the battle of my life
I’ve seen many faces fade
My ears strain to remember
The strangled sounds they made
In the end, the jagged edges
Are rounded much too smooth
And in the end, I know my friend
There’ll be too many bodies removed

I’d like to find the reasons why
Or maybe just because
An urge to cut through the paint and the metal
To the lost little boy I was

But to do that
my future grave
must someday be exhumed
And in the end
I’m just another body
Filling up just another tomb

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