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The bottom end of low

This is as low is I can get
scraping my feet through the dirt
The bottom of a lightless abyss
an endless, barren desert

how did it fall so apart
how did the dreams turn to dust
once we were made of metal
but now succumbed to rust

No perfection in a broken world
no hope in a universe of dark
once I wanted to find my way
now I haven't got the heart

What else is there to say
when it's all said before
but I'd ask God one thing
that I don't want this anymore

What else is left to do
there is nothing left within
all I can offer and all there is
is my original sin

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