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Tomorrow, I’ll be dead and gone
Today, I’m here where you belong
With the living as they weep
I see them toss in uneasy sleep
Lost in nightmares, far too real
Tearing their skin, just to feel
Laughing to hear a friendly voice
Slaving away, but not by choice
All of this is not for me
I can’t be them, I refuse to be
I’ve divorced this world’s sanities
I’ve cut my ties with humanity
To them I’m a dead and empty soul
To me they are the cold and dull
Yet it is I, the dead who loves the dawn
And I will be waking, even when they’re gone
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