Consider the end,
It's nearer my friend.
What did you expect to find in the way you have chosen.

It's all but wasting away
watch it all wither and fade.
It's all but wasting away
watching it all wash away.

Stare down the hole,
the deeper I go...
Down at the bottom a glimmer of faith reflecting back at me.

It's all but wasting away
watch it all wither and fade.
Slow painful decay,
watching it all fade to grey.

Wanting reason to believe.
Searching for more ways to deceive.

Nowhere to go,
no sense of home...
Searching above for a small ray of hope shining down on me.

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