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DARKHEAVE
BEAUTY, TRUTH AND GOODNESS |
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Die A Tribe
Rise and fall, beneath it all...
not once reaching the surface
All his dreams are borrowed,
traded for his service
Strength in numbers
Nothing alone
Rally together
Die as one
The party line makes thinking old,
his dreams are his brother's
Pride in living as he's told,
his life as every other's
Sheep in numbers
Never divide
Rally together
Die a tribe
Can't see himself, can't be himself...
just one more proud believer
Used, betrayed, thrown away...
what feeds him keeps him weaker
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