Castle of Sticks
Tumultuous days in a dark place
These are what make up beings like us
Our voices progess as you digress
Because you have not an ounce of courage
to accept something more than you
The wind will blow you down
Destroy the castle of sticks you've built
And you will fall as we rise
Engulfed in generations worth of guilt
Our minds crash in the most tragic way
But it is why we will always thrive
Our chains collapse as you eat the scraps
That are left after we charge your land
The wind will blow you down
Destroy the castle of sticks you've built
And you will fall as we rise
Engulfed in generations worth of guilt
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