In the darkness of a moment's breath we are kept to wait
within personal constitution, a false glimpse is held of our fate
But chains are made so that whatever they hold is without choice
Words are held on common grounds but they never matter without a voice
within personal constitution, a false glimpse is held of our fate
But chains are made so that whatever they hold is without choice
Words are held on common grounds but they never matter without a voice
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