My cards were drawn
From the packet of a pawn.
Now is just a fleeting word
For a dying world.
The humanities teach us to feel
That nothing is real but your soul.
When someone abuses you
Don't think it was you fault.
From the packet of a pawn.
Now is just a fleeting word
For a dying world.
The humanities teach us to feel
That nothing is real but your soul.
When someone abuses you
Don't think it was you fault.
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