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Every moment is another reason to die

Every chance I took led me further from the light

I want, I need, I feel like I have to be

Better than my misery

I look to the people for a sense of hope

Stares back with blanket faces

And hand grenades

Already digging their own graves

And one for their neighbor who just couldn't be saved

I pass the time by watching sheep sprint off the ledge

At their own volition

There are no demons that you can blame

For every fucked up choice 

That your hands make

Every moment is another reason to die

Every chance I took led me further from the light

I want, I need, I feel like I have to be

A part of your misery

I want, I need, I feel like I have to be

Perfected

Rejected

Diluted in the circle of life