| Apologetic absolution revolves on an axis of hate
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| Referencing to the end of an age where darkness seeks out the light
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| And folds away the truth of a better tomorrow
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| There is no call, there is no sight
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| The only freedom left lies behind the eyes in the womb
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| There is nothing, there is only this
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| The seed has taken over
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| The lies are getting colder
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| Bullets replace the word and the visions make me sober
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| Raise your hands in praise, and forgive the fallen idol
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| Put the child to its death and perpetuate the cycle
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| Everyday I feel the same, even when I numb the pain
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| I’m like a slave in this complacency
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| Everything I’ve felt is wrong, all sign of hope is gone
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| I can’t escape from this complacency
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| Waken ties of culture, and sever lines of structure
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| Find release in certainty and devour all the mortar
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| Terror for freedom
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| Freedom from terror
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| Everyday I feel the same, even when I numb the pain
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| I’m like a slave in this complacency
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| Everything I’ve felt is wrong, all sign of hope is gone
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| I can’t escape from this complacency
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| The seed has taken over
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| The lies are getting colder
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| Bullets replace the word and the visions make me sober
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| Terror for freedom
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| Freedom from terror
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| Everyday I feel the same, even when I numb the pain
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| I’m like a slave in this complacency
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| Everything I’ve felt is wrong, all sign of hope is gone
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| I can’t escape from this complacency
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| The complacency strain… |