Is It Out Of Our Hands by Of The Wand & The Moon
A life at end?
The great all around the bend
Or a dark descent?
On a bed of emptiness
Engulfed by hovering borrowed time
Thick with flies
Our hearts turn away as our love decays
Will you keep your nightmares at bay?
The harder you struggle the tighter the noose
Is it out of our hands or the paths we choose?
Is it out of our hands or the death we choose?
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