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Nomadically I scavange. A waster amongst waste. Upon this plateau of ravaged. Cliffs all around me. I can't get any higher Tears in my eyes Tainted with desire Prisoner to this walless cell This disease called 'instinct' I can't help myself A beacon boldens upon the sunset I hurt for its figure and its silouhette Now, for the first time in my life I see more than whats on the outside For so long temptations left me blind From this lust and dusgust I must rise And suppress this driving force To the point where it leaks from my pores Despite the pain and the urge I contain I refuse to be what I was again I've ripped the stem I've picked the petals I've watched the beauty Whither and dry I've ripped the stem I've picked the petals I've watched the beauty Shirvel and die Anyone can kill a field of flowers But who can sit and just watch one grow? From Letras Mania