Marks

They all astound me
How they break but they don't bend
And this is how they found me
So I just play pretend

Great is the measure
Of a treasured generation

At pools of pleasure
They draw feathers to dip their faces in
Oh I'll do what I can
But even I know there is no saving them
They're not fearless like their fathers
They don't bother with any other
They drown in their own reflection
They're not fearless



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Mitson
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