| I’m only a drop in the sea
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| Peeled back to the parts underneath
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| Peeled back, peeled back, peeled back
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| Walking around like a worn out legacy
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| We all bleed but what’s the final step when we’re looking upward
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| Running circles till our final breath that we can muster
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| Mayday, mayday, we’re nothing more than skin and bones
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| Speak up, put up or fall back to the bed you make your home
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| Good God if the fire rains
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| No cover for sake of the shame
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| The fear before the calm or defeat
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| Clench your teeth and kiss the grave Step over the line get caught in the flood
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| Let your soul release, break free from the repetition
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| Step into the fire, drown in the blood
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| Let your soul release, break free from the repetition
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| She’s only a shallow memory
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| Peeled back, there’s nothing more here to see
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| Nothing more to see
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| Step over the line get caught in the flood
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| Let your soul release, break free from the repetition
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| Step into the fire, drown in the blood
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| Let your soul release, break free from the repetition
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| It consumes everything, deatheater
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| Hold your feet to the flame, deatheater
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| Running in circles with no answers
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| Deatheater, Deatheater
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| Your throat is an open grave
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| An open grave, an open grave |