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Dry
Dry
Fountains and streams dry as dust
Fallen dried raindrops wrought my life to rust
Staring at the ceiling my feet can't touch the floor
Given up on given up I can't give anymore
Sands of time have buried me so deep I can't breathe
With clouds of toxic fumes I've been killed like a weed
Discarded like a piece of trash in a dirty landfill
I have been dried of all my strength and all of my will
I hear a soft knocking right outside of my door
The wolf's teeth of hunger I have nothing to feed anymore
Soon I hope that it will just dry away return to dust
Like the dryness that I find in trust
I went fishing in a dry lake the other day
All of the fish had been dried all away
A nothing left to eat but one skinny dry bone
Guess it must be for the sin that I must atone
