The sting of death
Run through our veins untainted and bewildered happiness we are waiting
When will this pain be relieve we are absolutely tired of the grief
Constant reminder of cheats all we can do is sit relax and eat
Aren’t you sick and tired of these stale beats?Sunk in pain as it pour down on us like rain our soul is left feeling drained
While we await the on-calling hanging chain at the ledge considering to make the attempt but we fled and regain our strength regaining our momentum
Finding money to pay the rent no more will we be trapped and mocked the sting of death will no longer rain positivity we will try no more constant cry death where is your sting?
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