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with every breath like it's your last another moment lost to time how many lost can you string together i thought that killing was a crime cast to a billion blank faces so unchanged by acts of you despair of desire so obvious death processions right on cue never fucking getting through to you a waste of time a waste of fucking space another drop you'll drown in your own apathy i hope you die with a shocked look on your fuckin' face it's a privilege not a right what the fuck have you don? nothing laid down at your feet for you or were you the unpromised one and when your days have all come and gone will you stand as a fortunate one or will you take a stab at this thing called life and make sure you make them fucking bleed make sure they never forget you make sure you make them bleed make sure they never forget you make sure you leave them on their knees. From Letras Mania