| My god how ruined we are, alone how great is our shame.
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| While death climbs through our windows,
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| steals the blood from our veins.
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| The bodies will lie like refuse on the field,
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| cut grain behind the reaper with no one to gather them.
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| If the only home I hope for is the grave.
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| If I have no heart to set between my shoulder blades.
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| If I stand idle while my brothers are enslaved,
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| where is hope, where is my hope.
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| Living life our way, what a guilty waste.
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| So desperate for a change. |
| On our own all alone.
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| Too afraid to look above.
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| We’ve been hiding from the sun, oh my god wake us up.
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| oh my god wake us up.
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| There’s no other name in which my soul can rest.
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| Just move my feet and press me forward, my words confess.
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| If I stand idle by tell me what’s left for me.
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| Am I still yours, am I still yours.
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| Living life our way, such a guilty waste.
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| So desperate for a change. |
| On our own all alone.
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| Too afraid to look above.
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| We’ve been hiding from the sun, oh my god wake us up.
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| This doubt that I feel rises up and has its hands around my neck.
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| But there’s power in the blood to endure all of this pain and regret.
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| Stand up be the change that you’re meant to be
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| Stand up find strength in urgency.
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| Living life our way, what a guilty waste.
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| So desperate for a change. |
| On our own all alone.
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| Too afraid to look above.
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| We’ve been hiding from the sun, oh my god wake us up. |