| The crops are dying now
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| The broken world is left for dead
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| Only bridges left
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| This lust of death is drawing near
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| The good will fade
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| Evil will glare
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| Salvation left this place
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| Long ago, no time to spare
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| The bridges will burn
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| Our worlds' final lesson learned
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| Where do we run to? |
| Where do we go from here?
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| Your pity makes me sick
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| The bridges have burned
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| Bodies line the streets
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| No human soul should live with this
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| Beneath the crimson sky
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| No room for life, no room for peace
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| The lights of life burn low
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| They flicker on the sun scorched land
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| Vultures watch with evil eyes
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| But we will fight and we will stand
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| The bridges will burn
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| Our worlds' final lesson learned
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| Where do we run to? |
| Where do we go from here?
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| Your pity makes me sick
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| The bridges have burned
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| A sunlight scattered beam
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| The time has come to show your god your face
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| Wake the early bird
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| These homes will burn from blackened skies embrace
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| No one can save us now
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| The strike we fear will end it all but hope
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| Their broken homes are left
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| With blackened dust and smoke
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| The bridges will burn
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| Our worlds' final lesson learned
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| Where do we run to? |
| Where do we go from here?
|
| Your pity makes me sick
|
| The bridges have burned
|
| The bridges will burn
|
| Our worlds' final lesson learned
|
| Where do we run to? |
| Where do we go from here?
|
| Your pity makes me sick
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| The bridges have burned |