There is no time, just patience
There is no luxury, just the cheap
There is no youth, just the histories
There is no triumph, just the burning
There is no us, just we
There is no miracle, just the punishment
There is no joy, just the go by
There is no ideas, just the survival
There is no motion, just the picture
There is no new, just the pressure
There is no rest, just the wicked
There is no freedom, just the just
There is no memory, just the day
There is no peace, just a nail over the head
There is no weapon, just the tongue
There is no expertise, just tenacity
There is no knowledge, just the try
There is no timer, just the end.
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