We take what's dead And breathe life in And move like knives Through scars on land Still untouched No stain of hands Caramelized In a tilted light No chain stays unbroken All aims get forgotten The weight of lead On floors of sand The idea reduced again To outcome No chain stays unbroken All aims get forgotten
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