A senseless and trifling movement some might say
Maybe I would too before this sunny but deadly day
I am searching for life and faces I recognize
Stumbling over swollen bodies
Walking amongst the dead
Happy, shameful and exhausted
Where's my angel?
It should have been me instead
Nothing is constant
Despair!
Rotten corpses everywhere
This very same morning you were good to us
Cuddling, throwing treasures in our way
That’s mean and deceitful
Obviously just the way you play
How can anyone like you be trusted ever again?
You swallowed my life and left me here with nothing
Trapped in paradise with the devil laughing in my face
My being is a haze
Stumbling over swollen bodies
Walking amongst the dead
Happy, shameful and exhausted
Where's my angel?
It should have been me instead

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