I can see the sharks
Circling,
But keeping distance
Smelling my blood in
The clear blue water
I can't tell my
Friends from my enemies
The surgeons scapel
From the killers knife
But I'm not going
To die like this
A small fire still
Burns somewhere
Lighting my way home
And I'll rip down
The sky and make
Cities crumble
To reach that Haven
To find some Peace
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