| Am i more of the monsters
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| Than i ever was of you
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| The lines begin to blur
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| Where i’m standing on the edge
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| Part of the vicious cycle
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| Is all i am in the end
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| Am i more of the monsters
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| Than i ever was of you
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| Or am i just another harvest
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| When the toll is due
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| Tell me how far can you see into the dark
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| Forever to remain
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| There are monsters waiting patiently
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| To tear us all apart
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| Were the choices ever mine to make
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| Or were they written in stone
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| Part of the vicious cycles
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| I’m helpless to my fate
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| Like a moth to a flame
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| My wings have burned away
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| Overwhelmed and paralyzed
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| The voice goes on to say
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| I am the hand that holds the dagger
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| I am beyond what you can see
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| I am agony manifested
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| I am the hell beneath your feet
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| Stained, forever to remain
|
| Tell me how far can you see into the dark
|
| Forever to remain
|
| There are monsters waiting patiently
|
| To tear us all apart
|
| Tell me how far can you see into the dark
|
| Forever to remain
|
| There are monsters waiting patiently
|
| To tear us all apart
|
| Tell me how far can you see into the dark
|
| Am i more of the monsters
|
| Than i ever was of you
|
| I am the hand that holds the dagger
|
| I am beyond what you can see
|
| I am agony manifested
|
| I am the hell beneath your feet
|
| Stained, forever to remain |