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[sathor]

You know, all of these new bands, and all of these bands forgotten in my cd case...
But I still love my trent.

All of my hatred, my sadness, my love, my energy, my everything...
I have but one thing left.
My faith.

Reminiscent Rant

I did things for her
She did things for me
Those debts repaid
And nothing
My emotion lost
But regained
Too damaged to rest
I move forward in this game

Resisting the pressure
To become nothing
And yet my being isn't sure
Am I still something?

Fading out or burning down
Losing grace or smashing ground
I cannot go to hell
I'm already here, my soul to sell
For the money I resent
My sins I will not amend
I have my faith elsewhere
Your god can keep making you bend

Resisting the pressure
To become nothing
And yet my being is sure
I am still something.