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to be, 
Want to be with you 

Only want your love, 
Only want you by my side, 
Only want to be, 
Want to be with you. 

And when I look back down
A thousand conversations on a neverending theme
Seem to linger in my mind like the fragments of a dream
That was once a part of you and remains
A thousand conversations on a never ending theme
Seem to linger in my mind like the fragments of a dream
That was once a part of you and remains
I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles

Such are promises, all lies
that I feel,
Oh, wait and go again, Again.

Oh, look, I'm buried,
Like a cancer eating away inside of me.
I don't want your pity,
Only the promise
A thousand conversations on a never ending theme
Seem to linger in my mind like the fragments of a dream
That was once a part of you and remains
Driven all through the life by what they think is right-
Human missile launched, religious holocaust

All that remains, promises are made
All that
to the nothingness we started at I've devoted a world and you can't spare me pity your words have threaded this web of rejection I can only promise that I will unmask
the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his
The mighty of this world are only
Mighty of the flesh
But that of flesh
Is crushed by that of the Mountain
For it is written that
The future of flesh is
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am
by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving,
rash promises sincerely made
So many rash promises sincerely made
By people who believed that we were being saved
By people who believed that we were
"All That Remains" by Fear of God
Powerlines... steel webs confine, violating the brownish sky.
Hard grey smothers, earth, like cancer. Cracks
home. 
 
In the clearing stands a boxer, 
And a fighter by his trade 
And he carries the remainders 
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down 
And cut him
and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving,
In the clearing stands a boxer, 
And a fighter by his trade 
And he carries the remainders 
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down 
And cut him till he
stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jests
This heart is too hard to heat

When I get lonely, that's only a sign
Some room is empty, but that room is there by design
If I feel hollow, that's
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told 
I have squandered my existence 
On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises 
All lies in
brain
Whatever remains whatever stays the same
Results from an inside view or perspective
Other than that persona snaps under strain
But what remains