Have you thought about how long its been since I have last seen your face? One thousand minutes too long. Two lifetimes to be exact. And now you decide to call me back home. You, the one who sang to me my own eulogy, are now trying to beg it back, to raise me from the dead. So what, you don't want a martyr anymore? Someone that died for the cause that is you. How could you come in and change the color of my blood so quick, like you were God or something? I showed you, I showed you that I wasn't afraid to die. And this is how you repay me? Whispering, what was it that you expected from me? Ofcourse, I expected you to lead the way down.
Reason for writing:
I kinda thought that it speaks for itself...And I've been listening to alot of Tool.
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