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"It's Come To This"
So it's come to this
Daily sacrificed, broken offerings
Crucified for one more
Meaningless breath
Burnt confusions
Confess obvious concern
This is, what it is
Reflections
Stranded by cultured, silver sands
Judging truth
Worth by empirical weights
Juries unanimously
Eying to
Hang us without defense
So it’s come to this
Everything I am
Nothing of any value it meant
Sentenced to vain
Courts of damnation
Skin tight
Prison cells
Wrapped walls
Unassailable fortresses
Of calm distress
So it’s come to this
Less than nothing
Spared by obligatory sense
Only to
See hope fade into pretense
All the more
A sacred dance
A billion pairs
Singling out
Two by two
The hate you made me have
For myself
