| The embrace of pain offers indemnity
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| The knowing victim self-prophesized
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| A life wrought from their own misery
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| A soul-sick nation
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| Of children lost and never found
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| A soul-sick nation
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| Is burning to the fucking ground
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| Wherever we go, wherever we live
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| We’re haunted by our past
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| Our war-like minds in times of peace are agony
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| We want to move on, we want to forgive
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| And take the higher path
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| But madness kills tranquility
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| A soul-sick nation
|
| Of children lost and never found
|
| A soul-sick nation
|
| Is burning to the fucking ground
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| The ones that exist to defeat us
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| Are demons that feast on the meek
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| They whisper their words from within us
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| To end it all
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| These voices inside that could free us
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| Live in uneasy harmony
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| They fight to destroy or uplift us
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| Which will you follow now?
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| Wherever we go, wherever we live
|
| We’re haunted by our past
|
| Our war-like minds in times of peace are agony
|
| We want to move on, we want to forgive
|
| And take the higher path
|
| But madness kills tranquility
|
| Horrified by a wretched life of stagnation
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| We slowly doom ourselves to walk the earth alone
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| Selfish act of sickening desperation
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| Start anew, subdue the pain that’s never gone
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| Rewrite the past, provide your justification
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| Self-medicate until we are numb
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| Salt the wounds of petty condemnations
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| Never own the fact of what we have done
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| Can we save ourselves
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| From a life of torment?
|
| A vicious circle with no end to come
|
| Masochistic acts
|
| Hinder our fulfillment
|
| Thwarts the will and our hope to move on
|
| Horrified by a wretched life of stagnation
|
| We slowly doom ourselves to walk the earth alone
|
| Selfish act of sickening desperation
|
| Start anew, subdue the pain that’s never gone
|
| Rewrite the past, provide your justification
|
| Self-medicate until we are numb
|
| Salt the wounds of petty condemnations
|
| Never own the fact of what we have done
|
| Can we save ourselves
|
| From a life of torment?
|
| A vicious circle with no end to come
|
| Masochistic acts
|
| Hinder our fulfillment
|
| Thwarts the will and our hope to move on
|
| Keep running further and further away from the demons you hide
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| Your shadow will follow you
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| Pick up the pieces of your shattered fragile mind
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| The shards you conceal still remain broken
|
| Wherever we go, wherever we live
|
| We’re haunted by our past
|
| Our war-like minds in times of peace are agony
|
| We want to move on, we want to forgive
|
| And take the higher path
|
| But madness kills tranquility
|
| A soul-sick nation
|
| Of children lost and never found
|
| A soul-sick nation
|
| Is burning to the fucking ground |