| Are my hands not black?
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| Black with the filth of this ageless denial?
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| From the first birthing breath, to the stillness of death
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| The light of the «right» has been deceived
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| And thus we live our lives
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| Always one step from the «heavens»
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| Shattering the spell
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| One act that will free us
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| Shattering the spell
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| Beaten by the lies of failure’s conquest
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| One step from the «heavens»
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| Shattering the spell
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| When every breath’s a warning and every moment a sign
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| Lay me amidst the pinewood walls to regain what once was mine
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| All’s pale
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| Shattering the spell
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| Flesh pales
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| Shattering the spell
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| Are my hands not red?
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| Red with the truth that has conquered denial?
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| From the first broken vow, to the last fighting breath
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| The light of the «right» has been deceived
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| And thus we die
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| What’s left, left for the living?
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| In the eyes of the purest truth?
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| What’s left, left for the living?
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| In the arms of denial’s only son?
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| When every breath’s a warning and every moment a sign
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| Lay me amidst the pinewood walls to regain what once was mine
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| All’s pale
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| Shattering the spell
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| Flesh pales
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| Shattering the spell
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| (Solo: Malone)
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| And thus we live our lives
|
| Always one step from the «heavens»
|
| Shattering the spell
|
| One act that will free us
|
| Shattering the spell
|
| Beaten by the lies of failure’s conquest
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| One step from the «heavens»
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| Shattering the spell |