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This goes on

Before me lies a wounded soul
A spirit at the end of a lonely road
Such cruel fate looms yet he has no fear
As the sands of existence fall like tears

All joy had perished, all contempt was mine
Once I held the hands, hands of a dying man
Another crow lingers overhead
Now that I know the cold touch from the hands of a dying man

Death devours, never resting
Never fed, never repenting
Robbed of justice, stripped of faith
Accepting this all is what it must take

So pass your judgment and cast your stones
But only once you've held the hands of a dying man
I'll grant your forgiveness for the wrong that you've done
Once you've felt the coldest touch from the hands of a dying man

And for those who still speak names in vain
My only justice lies in knowing they'll eat every fucking word

So now I'll use this to
Strengthen, the fight inside of me
Strengthen, beyond what you can see
Strengthen, my resolve
In honor of those who choose to carry on

I strengthen, the fight inside of me
Strengthen, beyond what you can see
Strengthen, my resolve
Always in the names of those who carry on

One day you'll know a touch so cold
And you'll embrace it all alone
And what's inside is what you own
This is where it all strikes home