Being nothing but flesh, bones, innards and blood
A presumed empty brain washed away with time
A presumed empty brain washed away with time
Outlet for conscience
Already far from your mind
I inspire you with disgust
Your outlet for conscience is to cry for me
My outlet for pity is to spit on your fate
My brow is deeply lined by suffering I have endured
You try to understand how my body feels
No need for your tears or moans, no one was by my side
When I sank into the pit, certain your compassion is shamed
Outlet for conscience
Look at my scornful eyes staring at you
Can't stand your obliging smiles, soon you will weep for me
Your outlet for conscience is to cry for me
My outlet for pity is to spit on your fate
I wish to leave this place unmourned
My flaccid flesh is decaying
But untouched stay my thoughts
Outlet for conscience
Conscience !
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