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I have built a machine from the scraps of my body. Built it strong. Built it mean. Built to last for centuries. I grew tired. I grew weak. Watched my skin stop fitting me. Watched my hands freeze up in cold. I grew tired of getting old. I grew tired of broken bones. Traded syllables for stone. Traded oxygen for life. I was scared, too scared to die. Time has claws. Time has eyes, Letras de cancionesstaring down and breathing fire, sucking air. Swallow hard like the vulture that you are. From Letras Mania