| A story without a name.
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| A desert journey that we became.
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| Another test of our power
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| overcoming on a black day.
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| Appalling how they’re running
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| for the honor like a campaign.
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| To be the leaders of a phony dead scene in a magazine.
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| I always figured there was something more.
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| Gone, so many friends and lovers
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| So far, nothing to show in turn
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| They’ll take it all back,
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| all those empty words.
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| I’ll show the dregs
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| where all their slander has led.
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| If it takes my whole life,
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| for all the tears that i have shed
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| they’ll take it back,
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| i’m making a pact.
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| They’ll take it back,
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| i’m making a promise.
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| I’m eager to the task,
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| exposing all who wear a mask.
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| It must be done.
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| The storm yet to come binds us as one.
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| Through it all, lonliness and adversity,
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| failure and injustices only guide us on our way.
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| So pry, you won’t be finding a faker,
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| nor will an opportune moment arise. |