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As we lie, staring at the ground,

As we die, wondering why were so bound,

As we fly, staring at the lies that seem to abound,

As i wonder, your power never seems to fail to astound.



These chains that tether us together

We seem to be stuck together, birds of a feather...

I need you, You need me,

To be set free, theres always a price,

Too bad nothing worth it is ever really free.



Its a posionous relationship,

Bleeding the same blood,

It flows in my veins and out of yours.

These chains that bind us have kept us too tight,

I realized this all one fateful night.

To tear us apart is to invite danger,

To keep us together is to open the door for it.

Where this is no pain there can be no gain,

so why is it that this hurts so much and we seem to get nothing out of it,

But more pain?

If pain is gain and gain cant be gotten with out pain,

Then why isnt the answer plain?

Filled with disdain, i stare at these chains,

These chains that hold us tight,

These chains made of links of fright.

How can this be right?

How can this be healthy?

This same venom runs through us both,

Killing us from the inside....

But apart surely ends our lives...