| Your lowering breath reeks of penance,
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| With blinded eyes and severed tongue.
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| Your foulest words greet the knowledge,
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| With Denial’s only son.
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| We are the ones who’ve chosen silence,
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| Whose blinded eyes can see the truth.
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| We are the ones who’ve chosen silence,
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| On hopeless winds of stolen grief.
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| The conquest of failure was in the heart of you,
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| By the eyes of winter, denial was renewed.
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| The conquest of failure was in the heart of you,
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| By the eyes of winter, denial was renewed.
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| This is failure’s conquest!
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| This is failure’s conquest!
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| This is failure’s conquest!
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| Your lowering breath reeks of penance,
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| With blinded eyes and severed tongue.
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| Your foulest words greet the knowledge,
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| With Denial’s only son.
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| Your grief came with the frailest words,
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| Your severed tongue ever spoke.
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| The aura of mourn that once dwelled,
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| Now wears the madness mark!
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| We are the ones who’ve chosen silence,
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| Whose blinded eyes can see the truth.
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| We are the ones who’ve chosen silence,
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| On hopeless winds of stolen grief.
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| The conquest of failure was in the heart of you,
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| By the eyes of winter, denial was renewed. |