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As our skin peels from our bones We rot together wondering what we were And we watch our children turn And leave us dead beneath unwritten stone Time won’t weep for the dead It’s far too busy out collecting heads I won’t meet that bitter fate I’d rather die a rabid failure then a waste As our bones are ground to dust We wait together, wondering where we’ll go And we watch our children burn They blame us like we’re still there; but we’re not I can’t weep for my dead I’m far too busy scratching out my headstone Only God - can help me now I’ve wasted everything, just for a passing