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One Final Waltz
We Waltz to the beat
This tango of death
Stomping our feet
Until there is nothing left
Trained all our life
In the ways of the knife
To never make a sound
To never be found
The black is our stage
One grand finale
A mark on the wall
We count them all
Each one just a tally
Not a act of rage
The beauty is in the silence we have grown to know
It's in the smiles we will never show
Now our bodies move from left to right
As silhouettes in the night
A glimmer from the blade
When all is dark, we are the shade
Passing your ear
But never your eye
My dear, you won't hear
The way you die
