| I don’t see who we are, I don’t see what we are
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| I don’t see who we are, I don’t see where we are
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| This world grows an old believer
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| Where progress means decay
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| Death as a tempting diva
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| Tomorrow is yesterday
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| Dying for a new reality
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| Who sold it to the ones who sleep?
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| The death of one is no more tragedy
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| Statistics have now taken the lead
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| And we’ve been searching for ages
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| Pain and Guilt no one able to see
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| That life needs death inside a world so instable
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| No new belief, rewritten history
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| How shall we all overcome when there are no
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| Dreams that guide how to feel inside? |
| i say…
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| How shall this world overcome when there is
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| Just death that decides when to believe in
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| Life? |
| I say…
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| Can you feel it? |
| Can you see it? |
| Can you be it?
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| So what do you die for if absence realigns
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| For rapture it will need more
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| In death lies life divine
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| Mortal reactions and the mankind tree
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| Are drying out the rains of gold
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| Integrity- lack of identity
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| Carry one what is left untold
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| Do you hear me?
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| GO, GO
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| As we run our spirits pass the timeline
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| Leaving the organic
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| Touching earhless life |