| Blood runs free, down the river
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| I’m the weeper, the life bereaver
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| I cross the Styx with coins of onyx
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| Without the trumpets and horns and pyres
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| Embracing the Styx
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| Life is floating out, wave after wave
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| Embracing the Styx
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| I sail with Charon, this day
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| Embracing the Styx
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| Life is floating out, wave after wave
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| Embracing the Styx
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| Me, my wrists, and a blade
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| The final curtain, death is certain
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| Harpies sing, my soul is hurting
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| Razors, rope, mountains of dope
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| Does it matter? |
| There’s no hope
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| Embracing the Styx
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| Life is floating out, wave after wave
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| Embracing the Styx
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| I sail with Charon this day
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| Embracing the Styx
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| Life is floating out, wave after wave
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| Embracing the Styx
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| Me, my wrists, and a blade
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| In times of eternal darkness
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| In times of peace and embrace
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| When the minstrel of atrophy mock us
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| There’s need for love and there’s need for death
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| Too late for understanding
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| Too late for your tears
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| I wait for the last descending
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| To the opal city and the flaming stairs
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| I surrender, I return to dust
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| It must end here, in daze and dusk
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| So I cry, for all of us
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| And I smile as I die
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| As I die
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| A small breeze in time
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| A small breeze in time
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| Embracing the Styx
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| Life is floating out, wave after wave
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| Embracing the Styx
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| I sail with Charon this day
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| Embracing the Styx
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| Life is floating out, wave after wave
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| Embracing the Styx
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| Me, my wrists, and a blade
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| Waiting and waiting
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| For a moment of truth and a sun
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| Dreaming and dreaming
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| 'Til the dreams were crushed by our hands
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| Great thoughts of a triumphing giant
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| Was given these golden-brown wings
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| A man who was an ant and a lion
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| Died on the isle of the king |