| With this ink in our skin we’ve sealed our fate,
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| and the axe comes early
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| (only naturally) So what does that matter?
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| There’s a bed of skeletons waiting for me,
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| on the other side
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| They’re waiting for my next move (next fatal breath)
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| Human lives to me seem so unreal, can’t see through the fog
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| (nothing past a grey wall) see past the stereotype
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| Belief, structure built up in you.
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| I’ll tear you down and the one who created you
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| If they didn’t have One how would they act?
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| If we didn’t have hope how would we behave?
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| Would they still feel remorse
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| if they slaughtered innocent beings?
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| Or is hope the only thing that keeps you sane?
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| A good friend once told me you are our memory
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| without them we equal nothing
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| And all I can see is the place I wanna be Suddenly my life was so free
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| Leaves at my feet, blown to the ground
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| their echoes are reaching my ears
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| Nights coming fast, suns going down
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| But keep away from me… keep away from me
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| (it's hard, to keep me in this place, keep away from me)
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| We may have created the beginning, mentally
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| We may have created the beginning, physically
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| To the end of our human existence…
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| I see through you
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| The fear that’s in your eyes
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| A good friend once told me we are our memory
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| Without them we equal nothing
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| And all I can see is the place I wanna be Timeless my life was so free
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| Leaves at my feet, blown to the ground
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| their echoes are reaching my ears
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| Nights coming fast, suns going down — confused
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| I don’t know the answers but neither do you |