| Heliopolis in flames alight, a flickering and rebirth
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| Enlightened night overthrown by a place of shame
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| The scorched sky converts night
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| You wish for light to call
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| Face to face with the madness
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| The call of fate to save us all
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| Daily horror that brings you sadness
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| When smoke arises from the planes
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| With a loud, triumphant sigh
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| I always bleed, I always heal
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| I live to die anew, it breaks me, it burns me…
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| All around us is just decay
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| There’s no means to wash the pain away
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| You will turn your head and say
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| I always only cared about me
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| When the darkest tempest roars
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| Passes by with quiet wings
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| Landscapes swiftly burn away
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| And fall apart to dust
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| All around us is just decay
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| There’s no means to wash the pain away
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| You will turn your head and say
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| I always only cared about me
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| The memories, the pictures, the melodies, the wars
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| Everything I was, everything I earned
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| Grasped in my claws
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| All around us is just decay
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| There’s no means to wash the pain away
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| You will turn your head and say
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| «I just cared about — me»
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| No more years of waiting
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| The final days, the conflagration
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| Feathers falling from my wings now —
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| Here comes sunset |