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rekcoregnarts | strangerocker
A shell of the nothing that holds us all here
A remnant of the emptiness we all greatly fear
Nothing to them and nothing to me
Nowhere to run to and nowhere to flee
No one to cry for and no one to save
Nothing to die for and nothing engraved
Not set in stone and won't fade away
Not set on record and won't go astray
Holding to tightly to let this fall down
Holding to tightly to let myself drown
Run from it all and head for the hills
Take on your sins and burn down the mills
Set up your traps, your triggers and mines
Set off your flares and take down the lines
Jump for the river and jump this life
Jump for the rush and land for your strife
Win at this battle and lose at the war
Win at the hill tops, there's nothing more