| I’m walking down on my own;
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| Voices whispering
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| It sickens me, but I must shut out
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| There’s nothing left but for me to wallow in pain
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| Come with me, my breathren
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| Step up and I’ll clear the view
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| You need to open your eyes so you can see for yourselves
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| The very foundation is never again, never again
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| We’re doomed never to walk the marble floor again
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| So where do we go and where does it flow?
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| This life-stream, an ndless torrent
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| Pushing us through the ver-tightening grip
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| Though it seems to always leave us in thirst
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| We will not succumb to death
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| So where do we go and where does it flow?
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| Our minds were set: we would not yield
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| Never should we be treated as mere meat
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| Though we were alone, facing their horde
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| We left them with a reeking pile of corpses
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| Where do we go? |
| Where does it flow?
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| These carnal breeds need a place to wallow in pain |