Kills us now without a choice
Suffocating the once appreciated flower
Now used as spice to turn sweet things sour
First the taste, smell and touch are gone
Two senses remain, rest unknown
Lose the hearing, situation complete
It's more than sight that we do need
The soaring apparitions of faces we once knew
Turn red under the shine of hate
Counting options, left with very few
We will only follow our fate
Setting alight the flowers from their roots
We promise, to our funeral we'll wear suits
Paracletic deeds will find their end
Her heart's the last thing we did mend
She rips apart our vocal chords
And runs across us with the hordes
Of blurred punches and brutal cries
Splattering what already lies
In pieces, on the dusty ground
Sincerely, we hope that she has found
Redemption in this pitiful act
'Cause she does not know that for a fact
Without our senses we do not feel
As the fire causes our skin to peel
The cremation of our casings
Leaves her, just embracing
A new echo sounding in the theatre
Only to be recognized some time later
Crying out a different message
Yet too unclear to be fetched
So blood-shot eyes do close at last
We tried but couldn't make it fast
One last time our fainted touch
Will release her from the clutch
To let her choose her direction for a change
Keep in mind, we'll be in close range
To sing to her again and again
After all, she's still our friend
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