Do they smell the old wounds?
Do they hear the distant cries?
Of loved ones lost before
And so they take those left to die
The ones around us fall
To this life of uncertainty
Bending to the final call
For their last shot at immortality
Wishing this curse would go away
Run and leave me here
Released from this constant pain
Let another drown in unfamiliar tears
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