| All their truths have been broken
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| The fundament was built on barren soil
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| The mist is clearing
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| Morning light’s breaking through the cracks
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| It’s getting apparent;
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| The landscape has changed
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| The color has faded
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| My smile is slowly failing
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| We’re out of justice
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| My smile is slowly failing
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| Their faces are blurred beyond recognition
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| It seems as if all their bodies have been eviscerated
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| No emotion
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| There is no motion
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| The mouse-wheel stopped long ago
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| There is no motion
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| My body is drid out
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| All my joints have corroded
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| My legs ar worn out:
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| Ruptured, surtured, ruptured again and again
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| The wounds dig deep
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| What is this feeling inside? |