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[bestie-mensch]

In the dozen lake of time
We sank our guilt, we sank our crimes
At night when voices stalk into our dreams
Haunting us with malice rhymes

There is nothing left to lose but fear
There is nothing left to lose but fear
There is nothing left to lose but fear
There is nothing left to lose but fear

We stumbled through the maze of death
Escorted by grief and pain
We struggled through fire, we struggled through ashes
Our hopes were spoiled in vain

Now there's nothing left to lose but life
There is nothing left to lose but life
There is nothing left to lose but life
There is nothing left to lose but life

On a walk through darkened fields of loss
On a walk through golden fields of wheat
We approached our inner core of consciousness and felt
We are the folk of destiny, of deed

And there's nothing left to lose but time
There is nothing left to lose but time
There is nothing left to lose but time
There is nothing left to lose but time

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