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Devouring my last rites
Without thoughts of changing
To have my life taken away
Inheriting the skills of
The dead to hunt and live
The dead to hunt and die
Because that is our only way
Never understanding
Tomorrow never comes
Waiting and believing
That they have got it wrong
Why are we made to suffer
For their ignorance
Underestimated
To me it makes no sense
Devouring my last rites
Without thoughts of changing
To have my life taken away
