Rainfall is a harbinger of gray
I can't stand to look at you
For another deceitful day
It's a cold and brutal purgatory
A stamped out spark in the damp and dark
You swear that you're not lying
But your first of kin ain't crying
Pass out as the concrete meets your head
No one there to catch you
No surprise to hear you're dead
It's a cry so far from your potential 
A bus ride down to a broken town
Your days are growing shorter
As you sing the Oath to Order

Oath

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Oath

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