My heart shifts quick in an undying light,
Never uncovering what should be left bare.
What would be left if dying is right?
Break yourself open to end the soul's night,
To leave it locked up just wouldn't be fair,
As your heart shifts quick in an undying light.
Peacekeepers would bleed to end this long fight,
Testing their strength with an impossible dare,
For what would be left if dying is right?
Blood flows slow in a space so tight
But I cut it open just to show that I care
And my heart shifts quick in this undying light.
How do we fix this stale and cyclical rite?
Does the unknown really make you that scared?
What would be left if dying is right?
The ground is soaked and painted with stripes,
Feeding the soil and killing the air
As my heart shifts quick in an undying light,
What would be left if dying is right?
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