Something cold inside
The beat and warmth gone
Fondled the mystery
As they pulled out their guns
Waving them above their heads
As the swat team surrounds the house
No time for regret
When they kick down the door
As the muzzle fire flashes
In a moment
A brief moment
You catch a glimpse
It all makes sense
In some odd and morbid way
The years that led up to this
This brief moment of clarity
Now you understand
Why you were born
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