| Riding this blackened life, this odyssey
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| Searching for the keys that set you free
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| From emptiness, futility, mountain of strength? |
| you can be
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| Stop hiding in the void, come ride with me
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| In the darkest hour, wear your crown of stars
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| Pain and funeral power strengthens your black heart
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| Reading through the lines that square you in
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| Believing in yourself, your only sin
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| A routine life of sheep in line, stand out child
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| You will shine
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| In darkness you alone can be divine
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| In your darkest hour you are made of stars
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| Pain and funeral power strengthens your balck heart
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| Black odyssey, a search to be free
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| Look for the keys, come ride with me
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| See through the lies with funreal insight
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| Then you will shine in darkness divine
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| Raising a fist to nocturnal skies
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| Slaying through the mist that clouds your eyes
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| Senses alive, see through their lies
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| Death routine nine to five
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| Screaming awake to life as the world dies |