I see them steal,
And turn my eyes.
A thief's karma,
Held till I die.
I let them live,
Off what you made.
So I may take,
What's their instead.
A thief's karma.
It keeps me warm.
To walk the earth,
Without a home.
When all's mine,
But I can't choose.
Just grab what's given,
Or suffer and lose.
The thief's karma.
To turn a blind eye,
So that they may live,
And me survive.
To walk the earth,
No home that's mine.
To haunt me till,
I die.
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