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[lordaven]

Ra-zor sharp, I cut
The bull from my life.
Too blunt your knife,
To slay this dreamer...

We might be dogs astray.
No running line will hold us,
So rather kick and kill me,
I'll be butchered all the same...

No words are spoken;
But the world is broken...

'Cause I want something,
Something all wrong done,
A life instead of mere living.
Folding, crumbling, withering...oh hell.
What difference when working the way?

The crown of my work
Is what I shall gain...
At the end of my days...

Daylight awake to a puppet world,
No strings attach to this body of mine...
Folding, crumbling, withering...oh well.
The punished pushed along the line,
All my actions, all my moves...
A life all mine to lose...

The crown of my work,
A life all mine to lose.
The crown of my work,
A life all mine...
Is what I choose,
At the end of my days.
At the end of my days.
At the end of my days...

The Gathering - A Life All Mine