| You are the tightrope
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| That is strung about my neck
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| The hope of failed wishes
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| That haunts and dwells upon the grounds
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| And may the pain help me to see
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| The truth of nights' atrocities
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| And the way to make you suffer
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| I saw the coming of you, I saw the signs
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| Your presence was progressive entrapment
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| Follow the vicious circle, all life denied
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| Your presence was progressive entrapment
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| Flowing like a river of greed
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| Thick with the hopes of blinded mortals
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| And although our lives are entombed by prose
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| This one last wish now lays far beneath the rose
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| I saw the coming of you, I saw the signs
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| Your presence was progressive entrapment
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| Follow the vicious circle, all life denied
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| Your presence was progressive entrapment
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| For fear of blindness, three words to trap us
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| And your presence was progressive entrapment
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| (Solo: Knight)
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| (Solo: Malone)
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| You are the tightrope
|
| That is strung about my neck
|
| The hope of failed wishes
|
| That haunts and dwells upon these grounds
|
| And may the pain help me to see
|
| The truth of nights' atrocities
|
| And the way to make you suffer
|
| I saw the coming of you, I saw the signs
|
| Your presence was progressive entrapment
|
| Follow the vicious circle, all life denied
|
| Your presence was progressive entrapment
|
| For fear of blindness, three words to trap us
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| And your presence was progressive entrapment |