There is no scope, there is no lens
But what will be scratched by the end
There is no flame, there is no torch
But what can be lit and destroyed and reborn

So what is flesh, what is skin
But that which you're imprisoned in?
There is no prize, no purse of gold
But what will be gambled away when you're old

I unwrapped the trenchant truth
And folded away my youth
Now nothing more than change
Held onto just in case

There are no gods, no sacred ghosts
But those who had purchased their posts
There is no leaf, no patch of grass
But that which is withering fast

So what is grace, what is beauty?
But that which some day will die, for me at least
But next year is almost here, is that how you fed your fear
Haven't you grown a bit, aren't you past that shit?

It is a sin, it's such a shame
That it's so damn easy to be afraid
'cause you are pure, and you are brave
But you were a hell of a mess to create


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