Blood stained hands in desperate need
Of a Requiem from this dreaded disease
Echo past the stir of a smile
To hear the fall of the tiniest seed
Give praise to the lord of change
That he may have mercy
And shake the foundation of my reason
For all of this day's treason
Allowing unbroken flight to my tears
That my soul may remain
unscathed throughout all my years
Of a Requiem from this dreaded disease
Echo past the stir of a smile
To hear the fall of the tiniest seed
Give praise to the lord of change
That he may have mercy
And shake the foundation of my reason
For all of this day's treason
Allowing unbroken flight to my tears
That my soul may remain
unscathed throughout all my years
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