My Friends (The Way)

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Is this what we've been reduced to, my friends

Shall we branch off in teams, in sects

To merely tear at each other's hearts and throats

What has become of our heads?

Is this the way, my friends, that we've grown up

Growing away, growing out of each other

What has happened to make us quiet enemies

What did we do to bring this change?

Where have all of the years gone, my friends

When did we part ways without words

This is not the way, my friends

This is not the way.