Our inconvenient burden

It could be lifted off of us

If we gave up

To finally let go

Of the free will that we were given

Our graves

Above the timberline

Our name chalked

The pressure of wealth

No longer found

The unforgiving void

The forge in which our values burn

The resting leech

Our thinning minds

In my abstinence I turn to nothing

Our graves

Above the timberline

Our name chalked

The pressure of wealth

No longer found

Let them inherit this fire now

Lest they will forget that we were

Ever here

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