| (With bated breath and bodies pouring from the sky
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| The tattered wings of angels not equipped to fly will block the sun)
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| The black eyes of a stranger at my door
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| They gaze through me as he gracefully assures that he has come in peace
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| And he will shortly be severing the arms of the traitors… The traitors
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| Before long we’ll be searching for the arms of the savior
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| It’s the wondering that makes this all so hard
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| (There's not a fucking thing that we can do)
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| We’re so alone, we need to change
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| It’s taken us so long, we had to find our way
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| We’re so alone, we breathe the same
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| It’s taken us so long we had to find our way
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| (Someone put this fucking fire out)
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| So blindly, we’re put use. |
| A dark cloud is the illusion
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| We are safe, we are safe… Choiceless and erased
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| I wanna know what your intentions were
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| I wanna see right through your bitter skin
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| We’re so alone, we need to change
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| It’s taken us so long, we had to find our way
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| I am the one you heard about
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| Of dreams and of tyrants we’re falling out
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| Falling out
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| A light to guide us home, to change your life
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| When fate arrives, I will know
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| (This is the moment we pray for the souls missing, as I take the rage and go…
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| Too precious, let them go. |
| I can’t, I’m far too sorted
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| I am now the new reaper, look forward to hell dear. |
| Look forward to me) |