| Blood that’s dropping silently
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| Washed away beneath dead leaves
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| Storms are weeping desperate cries
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| A world that’s dying
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| Right before our eyes
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| But yet another day we are crumbling away
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| As time attests its impact in the mirror of decay
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| The bottles are speaking volumes
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| To nurse the pain of change
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| As grounds that once seemed solid decided just to fade
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| I can see it’s coming near disease
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| When all that’s seeded once grew wide becomes your enemy
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| As we burn all that is left to be
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| Light a fire burning down the rest of me
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| Our hands are bound in fury and the seas
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| Seem to with this dying day
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| With these portraits of decay
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| How should I catch the light when I can’t even catch myself
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| Too far away clarity seems distant with this cold abandoned hell
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| And we take and we take but who cares who’s to give
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| If we lose our hearts did we ever exist
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| It just feels like an edgeless dagger stinging into the ribs
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| I can see it’s crawling nearer, a cold disease
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| When all that’s seeded once grew wide becomes your enemy
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| As we take all that is left to be
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| Drink my blood and eat the rest of me
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| The plants are dug in fury and the seas
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| To enslave the ways of this dying breed
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| I wonder if it matters if I leave or if I stay
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| Will it get worse or just a painful other day
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| With these portraits of decay
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| The plants are dug in fury and the seas
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| To enslave the ways of this dying breed
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| I wonder if it matters if I leave or if I stay
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| Will it get worse or just a painful other day
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| With these portraits of decay |