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Tasking chores to explain myself
With an open mind and parting time I give up
Closing doors to retain myself
From a faded past and horrid nights alone

You’ve got to know this time
The reverent hand is thy own
Let it go
There’s more to fathom tonight
Than all that they’ve shown
Let it go

Asking slaves to derail this plan
With extended hands I plead mercy and lift up
These heavy eyes and weighing stance
From a jaded past and the fleeting last breath
Of narrow-mindedness

You’ve got to know this time
The reverent hand is thy own
Let it go
There’s more to fathom tonight
Than all that they’ve shown
Let it go

These feet live to die tonight

This life has got to end
Or the spread will be too low
Let it go

You’ve got to know this time
The reverent hand is thy own
Let it go
There’s more to fathom tonight
Than all that they’ve shown
Let it go
This life has got to end
Or the spread will be too low
Let it go