| In the darkness, I am walking
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| Through the haze hopelessly roaming
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| My hands and feet are stained with blood and clay
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| Devastation now unfolding
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| Desolation slowly dawning
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| The chaos in my mind will never fade
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| And now I’m here
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| Building the pyre
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| And now I’m here
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| I still wonder why
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| I walk through the fire
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| I stand by the burned, collapsing walls
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| I hear the choir
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| The humming of angels, silent calls
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| What am I fighting for?
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| Why I am searching for new hope?
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| 'Cause when the last one falls
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| None of it matters, In the end we lose it all
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| Smoke and dust, slowly fading
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| Rising sun, new dawn breaking
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| But still the roses die and all I see is gray
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| Ruins of war, storm is raging
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| And when there’s nothing left here worth saving
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| In the end world is lost to falling rain
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| And now I see
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| How heaven is crying
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| And now I see
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| Nothing but lies
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| I walk through the fire
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| I stand by the burned, collapsing walls
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| I hear the choir
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| The humming of angels, silent calls
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| What am I fighting for?
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| Why I am searching for new hope?
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| 'Cause when the last one falls
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| None of it matters, In the end we lose it all |