| Throw myself into the swarm just to take revenge on the severed survivors
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| I close my eyes and hope that somehow it is dead
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| the hopeless, the wounded, the survivors take their toll
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| run fast through the wake
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| remaining glimpses of what could have been
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| but I still break when the truth hits the light of day
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| the sirens are screaming for my blood
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| it’s all up to you
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| as I walk into the edge
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| why are you sorry for this world?
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| why can’t you get it right?
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| and I know I’m running out of hope…
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| waiting for the red, I strike out at you
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| don’t walk away, don’t fade from my life, because I need the embrace
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| we’re still running out of time
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| if I burnt out my eyes, would I then see regret?
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| cut down the other side of my apology
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| this audience is not how it seems
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| no rain falling, the clouds move aside
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| and I wonder how I have never noticed this light upon my face |