The fall on trusty graph does show,
A cracking it does deem.
It's not an instrument of death,
But no right can be seen.
And every one to scorn imparts,
By anxiousness they fear.
The wish is just the wish for peace,
But no work is their theme.

Seclusion can be a barograph,
As I bawl but take the broken path.
If you take that you can't sit down and laugh.
It's clear, to my sorrow no one's trying.
It's clear, to my sorrow no one's trying.
It's clear, to my sorrow no one's trying.

instrumental

Unseen I work on and I wait,
Those needs of mine were known.
Not slaughtered by the deeds of foes,
I know and think they own.
Knife's edge is a deadly trend,
'Cause knife holds all the rules.
Their state is so maligned to me,
They think they have a clue.

Long instrumental

The fall on trusty graph does show,
A mending it does deem.
It's not an instrument of death,
And some light can be seen.
And every one to scorn imparts,
No anxiousness they fear.
The wish is just the wish for peace,
And this work is their theme.

Seclusion can be a barograph,
As I bawl but take the broken path.
If you take that you can't sit down and laugh.
And it's clear, no more sorrow, there's trying.
And it's clear, no more sorrow, there's trying.
And it's clear, no more sorrow, there's trying.

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