Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying...nothing.
and I'm starting to notice
the ones I held closest
take more than what they give back
yeah i used to seek violence
but now I use silence
as my proper means for attack
The chasm of doubting, a waste of suffering
The greater good, a minor goal
Final words, that never end
Collecting trophies of the damage done
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