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When you see a suffering insect,
And only its quivering body remains
Would you not take the murderous step
In order to ease its pain?
And only its quivering body remains
Would you not take the murderous step
In order to ease its pain?
I guess that’s how I saw it
When my days were in shades of gray
Pitch black on the bright side
With no good for the bad to outweigh
When my days were in shades of gray
Pitch black on the bright side
With no good for the bad to outweigh
My sleepless eyes took to the ceiling
While my tarnished wings ponder the point
Beaten, bruised, and broken
And far too sick to anoint
While my tarnished wings ponder the point
Beaten, bruised, and broken
And far too sick to anoint
With a suffering so severe
Why delay an inevitable end?
For if you held knowledge of the pain I endured
You would consider it far from a sin
Why delay an inevitable end?
For if you held knowledge of the pain I endured
You would consider it far from a sin
I commend the shoe that relieves me
On which the bug and I reside
Because when you’re born to such an ineluctable fate
Where’s the sense in staying alive?
On which the bug and I reside
Because when you’re born to such an ineluctable fate
Where’s the sense in staying alive?