| We’re ready to crack the day
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| Let’s take a ride where no one stays
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| The leech and the vampire’s paradise
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| When vultures circle the night
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| The honest men share a glass of cyanide
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| Fate wears a velvet and barb-wired glove
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| Caressing a kevlar skin with a crystal core
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| A sinister forward motion flows down the river
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| And the fire from a proud wooden spine
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| Will show the way for those who delivr
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| Our shame will guide those who dliver
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| Losing all
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| Was not enough to break these walls
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| Cause what makes us who we are
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| Is to chase the northern light
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| My whole life felt misplaced
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| I’ll be swallowed by the northern skies
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| As the prey runs, the hunter prays
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| If you seek for courage you won’t find it there
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| Cover and follow tracks won’t work in this place
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| If you long for answers, you won’t find me there
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| Crossroads crash and I’m scared to death
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| The path I chose is no more
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| When the lights go out, my fear goes infrared
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| Burden and the blessing are too similar to ignore
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| I eclipsed the sun, can we start anew?
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| Forked tongues over frozen shores
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| This is my design
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| Dancing with monoliths, feeling so small
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| Too old to take any risk, too young to care at all
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| These are my footsteps into the wild
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| The blueprint of the mess I left behind
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| This is my design |