| Hallow blindness to see
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| In this waning hour
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| The sun sets down upon us
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| Reviving the pain
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| Causing madness, rays of light
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| Glitter brightly in the eyes of deception
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| Onset vertigo, taking over
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| A tight feeling of oppression and fear in our chests
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| Oh what a welcome relief!
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| Staring blank, scenery of the end
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| Overreaction’s distress
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| Gives way to amusement as we deeply kneel
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| Survival of the fittest, gleaming like silver
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| Re-entering the black, concealed in the dead night
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| Will we outlive this relentless destruction?
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| Oh what a sight to behold!
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| Brilliant reflections, spectacle of doom
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| Deceived time after time
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| Yet never prepared to strike camp
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| The end of all days, gleaming like silver
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| Bleed from within, burn up inside
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| How will we breathe in this vacuum of existence?
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| Hallow blindness to see
|
| In this waning hour
|
| The sun sets down upon us
|
| Reviving the pain
|
| Causing madness, rays of light
|
| Glitter brightly in the eyes of deception
|
| Onset vertigo, taking over
|
| A tight feeling of oppression and fear in our chests
|
| Survival of the fittest, gleaming like silver
|
| Re-entering the black, concealed in the dead night
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| Will we outlive this relentless destruction?
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| Will we outlive this relentless destruction? |