These notes tell a story, don't they?
that I'm everything you never had to feel
and it comes to times like these, what can I say?
I've lost my ammo, just stood me up like everything else I used to feel.
Suppose it erodes the same as everything else
but for sanity's sake, we need help!
Everything we don't get free, we find our way.
Indestructible, we've become, so done being smashed.
I'm sure if I look back, I could always see that light
and, well, sometimes I wish it never crashed.
Though I can't recall what it was like, not to write.
and you know I swear on them all
Armageddon wont stop my shaking right hand.
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