Piss your pants and hold fast:
Sweat your love, for we are the last to feel.
Cast your sins, the last stones will never be thrown.
Dance the canyon walls lest they corrode.
Kill your ambition; worship is everything to a broken man.
Drown your bones, we are the last true structures worth preserving.
Carve your skin, we're the best manuscripts.
Recite your lullabies, soon the last songs we'll not be able to buy.
Cry your hope, 'cause we are the last to dream.
Hide your lust and make worth the weight of wine.
Reveal your fears, no one will last forever.
Shit your fate 'cause we are the very last parade.
Sell your soul 'cause once we're gone there's no saying where we'll go.
Vomit your pride and gut your mind.
The seeds will start hiding from the light of day.
Gouge your hate and watch the rest fade and whimper away.
Hang your doubts they'll never pass.
Scream your hurt, we are the last to burn.
Speak your lover's name 'cause all these feelings will slowly start to stain.

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