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The Signals of Misery
Faces they come and go, their names never known.
Flesh decays, remnant of bones.
A dry thirst for Hope, a longing for peace they could never cope.
Death throws them into a great trance, swallowing the very life that gave them chance.
Well behaved, consumed by the grave.
Well behaved they follow through not knowing what else to do.
Look into all of their eyes see all the dreams that have died.
Quie...tly wasting away down under, the wicked plunder the gold they did wondered.
Once burning with desire like walking torches, they have gone out.
Now tucked away by the darkness that engulfed their flame they've been snuffed out.
The signals of misery are rooted through out the entire earth.
Catch the current, you know the hurt.
The tide rises onto the shore, leaving no trace behind, nothing more then your demise.
