These times are said to try men's souls.
No tears can cleanse these regrets.
I'm bone, brain, and cock.
Would you look at me now, and can you tell I'm a man?
Hold my breath as I wish for death.
Language of the mad...
Mutiny in the air...
You can't be something you're not.
All alone, and the memories still remain.
This world is shattered.
No damn chains can hold me to the ground.
Where's the dreams that I've been after?
When I die, I'll cast a shadow.
What's done is done and gone, so why try?
This shortest straw has been pulled for you.
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