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Same hour, all the time, never even changing form,
Days like that, I felt so low.
If there's a lesson, it's that I've witnessed loss,
I still feel like a dumb kid, though.
I asked them to kill me, kill me,
They never finished the job
So, Josiah, tell me where your heart is,
Or have you, too, been robbed?
When everybody stopped believing,
Cory was subsiding, Saladson was dying,
Turns out the way to jog an old friend's memory,
Is through FEAR, through painful reminding.
I asked them to kill me, kill me,
They never finished the job.
Really, I've given you so many chances,
Seems you, too, have been robbed.