The things we consider,
are temporary procedures
All the days that we spend,
will fade as it ends
For the soulless entity,
everything's a necessity
The bloodless bleeding ends,
with all the amends
The sadness that we felt,
will be over as we tell
The stories of our lives,
which we cherish as we ride
Till' death comes around,
we will hear the same sound
The lives that we spent today,
is about to end someday
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