| What if you are an island of sorrow? |
| Then I’ll be the raging sea
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| What if you are the reaching trees? |
| Then I’ll be the storm that with fire rages
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| The new loneliness, your name on the door
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| Just like a diagnose for a venomous disease
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| Man is the cemetery for unlived life
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| All for nought, the grand accusation
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| Your face is your name, word and shield, sharp as a curse
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| Man is the cemetery for unlived life
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| All for nought, the grand accusation
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| You chose rejection over thoughts of insight, you take action from focus on
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| intent
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| Embrace for impact, not waiting for the fall
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| What cries here, cries inside
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| Man is the cemetery for unlived life
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| The grand accusation
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| What if you were a country of grief, with me the invading force?
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| What if you were to measure the hollow that captivates and devours you?
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| The new loneliness, your name on the door
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| Just like a diagnose for a venomous disease
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| Man is the cemetery for unlived life
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| All for nought |