Meanwhile, we die
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frucissiere Blazing iron in the house of death
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This could be a trigger.

Meanwhile, we die

It could be very mundane to walk down the Lane, holding tight to the hands of your lover.

And yet if we do that, as everyone else, the eyes they pursue us, gazing down with disgust, cause in god we all trust.

And even if we don’t, our ways are just wrong, so your day just go on.

Meanwhile, we die.

And it’s very mundane, to go out to pray, to be welcomed in the home of the Lord. And even if He himself is silent, his people deny us His love and His grace.

And while his love may be everywhere, his house is just empty, is He even there?

So you go and you pray, and his words of love, are twisted enough that they are able to kill. So your day just go on.

Meanwhile, we die.

And we need to be stopped, for we are a treat. The kids and the youth could not dare to see this naked truth.

The differences in the world are too fearful – to accept that life is chaos, and in chaos there is beauty – well, that would be pitiful.

So you can all be the same, for life is mundane. We will hide in the shades, or fall under torches and blades, so your day can go on.

Meanwhile, we die.

And you may hide away, and your life may be just as good as everyone else – you’ll be one of them. But deep inside, you will die day by day – in your own mind you will not be safe.

They are not good choices, but they are made everyday.

They are not good choices, but they are made everyday. It’s mundane.

Meanwhile, we die.

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