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From here to To Wasting Alone
So true were the words you spoke
That you had them carved on your heart
So deep was their meaning
I have them still engraved on my bones
What we took was sparse and broken
Like the bottles thrown across the floor
Of a place we once called home
Now it's lost to that great sky
Different stars, different galaxies
While once we rode the moon
Bled dry on old wounds
No new ones to be cut
For the knives are blunt
It all seems so simple
With the messages in blood
We had bones to spill
Lives to be wasted
But doing it on our own