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Wretched Things,
We all know we'll meet an end of blank decay
For time has shown that time only leaves disarray
And our disease of destructive thought will resign
And the roots of earth will be choked out by thorn and stone
And fowl of air will pick the flesh from mortal bone
And while you sleep your body starts to die
But wake up now you're still alive.
All my splendor is leaking out the pores of my throat
What once sparkled is reduced to the dirt beneath your toes
Age has made our bodies wretched to behold
Age has made our bodies wretched things.
No, you can't just go bury your head until
We're a feast for crows, our bodies torn to bits
Just take all our fragments and pieces and bring them back to life.
Wake up, open your eyes dear...
All your demons are gone.