More song lyrics from years ago!
Its a weakness of the human race
we feel the need for greed, we
take whats ours, even
the hearts of those most like ourselves
we rip them out, burn them up
in a torrent of flames
our weaknesses exposed
and all that we are
thrown out with the trash
Come, come, help me deliver
flowers to the graves of those
who fell at the hand of sin
who buried the souls
of the ones they loved
whilst the fires burn
and the ashes collect
we sit and wait our turn
In the end we’ll be alone
we’re born alone, we die alone
burning in the hands of sin
burning in the fire
the flames that consume us all
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