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For What It's Worththe sky too high and the ground too lownowhere left to aim, one last desperate hold slaughtered and manacled by time stolen from me, a dark and nothingless crime straws that were clutched so tightly fled from my grip motivated by fear the dream persists to penetrate your mind new reminders you search to find slaughtered and manacled by time stolen from me, a dark and nothingless crime straws that were clutched so tightly fled from my grip motivated by fear trapped in a maze of broken dreams down a path of golden green turn each corner for something more high above their silent roar take these knives from my back, let me smile, let me breathe pull out these knives from my back, and end this crazy... take these knives from my back, let me smile, let me breathe pull out these knives from my back, and end this crazy dream |