| When your bridges are burned
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| and the sand of time is out
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| A final breath with dying lungs
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| And the drought in your soul
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| is equal to your state of mind
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| A barren waste inside your chest
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| And the farther you see, the closer it gets
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| And the longer the wait, the harder it feels
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| And the shortest straw, is the path that you take
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| And the reckoning comes, everything’s at stake
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| This is the end game
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| When we’ll pay the price
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| This is the end of all
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| Sacrificial rites
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| You lied your way to the top
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| With the poison in your mouth
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| A rotten stench that spells your name
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| As you’re waiting in line
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| to save what’s left of you
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| Departure of The Damned Express
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| And the farther you see, the closer it gets
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| And the longer the wait, the harder it feels
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| And the shortest straw, is the path that you take
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| And the reckoning comes, everything’s at stake
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| This is the end game
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| When we’ll pay the price
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| This is the end of all
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| Sacrificial rites
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| And the farther you see, the closer it gets
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| And the longer the wait, the harder it feels
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| And the shortest straw, is the path that you take |
| And the reckoning comes, everything’s at stake
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| This is the end game
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| When we’ll pay the price
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| This is the end of all
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| Sacrificial rites |