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my hands to war - insignias كلمات الأغنية

a cold, dark place is the last destination you wanna be when you’re alone
but you invited all your ego deaths openly
your spine straightens out when expiration comes to collect your failing bones
your monotone glare is the only answer that they need

may death release your spirit into the wild
may your death be never slow but ever righteous
stay underwater forever

the gold insignias that they wear upon their robes are symbols to all those who try to stave it off when they know their ends are inevitable
it’s a miscalculation
a sentence
the urge to release your karma as a funeral dirge to immediately notify your living brethren that your soul has descended on

in the after, you’re dead
but your memories still flash
bright and brilliant
burst into tears
your fear has now swallowed you and you succumbed
your hope was only inches away, but you were too scared to crawl

before you were here, you assumed travel was your own therapy to heal
you saw spirits chanting in languages you’d never seen on scrolls or heard on your tv
(when we keep heads down, we can’t see what’s above the drain)
(just think about where the pipes go)
every reaper you think that has passed by your door all died the same way: anxious and scared of the unknown
(that cycle that we don’t see our claim in lets your isolation bloom)
they want to break you, rid you, empty you, strip you of:
(i deny)
your discontentment
your debt’s been phoned in
your death means less than my disappointment in you

the black kept you trapped in cages, unlit
a miserable existence traded in for an eternity of darkened cloaks and gold insignias

- my hands to war

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