We search alone. For golden crowns. Cause if we find it we'll have it to ourselves. So one by one we lay our bricks down. To pave a road on the shoulders of somebody else. A Saturday back, brittle bones, too weak to show. We would say anything just hear what we want right or wrong then we to be forgiven. We would sell anything just to buy what we're not any cost. We kill our way to heaven

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