The Furrow Of Our Soul

Reject The Sickness

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The day blurs into one thought
When the doors close at night
I see their hungry eyes

While we pretend to be happy and alive
While we pretend we slowly die inside

You take us out of our homes
We need to leave behind the ones we cared for
Although they inflict pain on our souls
They need more help than we do
More help than we do

We dump our loneliness
In the furrow of our soul

While we pretend to be happy and alive
While we pretend we slowly die inside

You take us out of our homes
We need to leave behind the ones we cared for
Although they inflict pain on our souls
They need more help than we do
More help than we do