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The best is over
See the scars upon my bones
The stains upon my clothes
Images of pain as clouded tattoos cover me

The war was won
On the verge too long
Don't worry I didn't feel anything
It was as the sun falling behind clouds of gray
As winter eats the dying leaves
No one cared as I withered away

Away with dishonest sympathy
And the comforts our hearts abused
Denying reality as we disconnected
Evil tools manipulate a simple truth
We exist in their manufactured exploitation

Their worst will never be over
See the scars upon their bones
The stains upon their tattered clothes
Burns inside their hearts and toxins inside their lungs
Images of pain you change the channel on the tube