| My head is in the dirt so I can’t see a light
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| My thoughts are way too dark to escape the night
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| How would you feel about painting skulls on our faces
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| To pretend that something’s dead
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| That never felt alive
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| That never truly lived
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| Let’s build a burial ground
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| Burn all our answers
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| To find more questions (to which) we can’t reply
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| 'Cause it’s us against the world
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| Me against you, me against myself
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| I’ll meet you at the burial ground
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| Still I keep the devils inside
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| Force them into these walls of sound
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| I’ll bury the pain of being nice
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| 'Cause after I raised all those expectations
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| I found them six feet underground
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| I used to be afraid of the dark
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| The fear of losing control
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| Since darkness has got its hold on me
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| My worries turned into distant memories
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| The hell I raised is about to break free
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| Oh, I waited for that time my friend
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| Now we’re going down together
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| Let’s celebrate the end
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| Let’s build a burial ground
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| Burn all our answers
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| To find more questions (to which) we can’t reply
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| 'Cause it’s us against the world
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| Me against you, me against myself
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| I’ll meet you at the burial ground
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| The things that should stay
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| Are the ones that foolishly fade away |