Live To Die

Thirty-eight thousand wasted,
Teens broken, no savior,
Blood shed to live,
They live to die,
Drowning their sorrow just to survive,
All the pain, all the memories,
They're buried alive,
Trapped inside in their own mind,
Blood shed while they all die tonight.

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