| We have to face the demons that thrive in the shadows of our dying hearts
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| There’s still a part of me alive in this rotting shell
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| My nerves becoming numb, wandering in the depths of hell
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| Mutated flesh now bears the face of what I’ve become
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| It doesn’t matter who I was or what I’ve become
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| It doesn’t matter in the end
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| I always did what I had to do to survive in a world of bleakness
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| Bled dry and left to die
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| Trusting others was always my weakness
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| Beneath a blackened sky
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| All life is consumed in darkness
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| The weak succumb to death
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| The birds pick at what’s left of their carcass
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| We all die in the end
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| Right now we live in this moment
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| Dormant until our strength is awakened
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| Together we are immortal
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| We have strength in numbers
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| Alone, we’ll die in the fallout
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| We can’t do this on our own
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| Together we are immortal
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| We did this to ourselves
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| Scorched bones of slaves lay to waste in the fields of their own affliction
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| Stretching as far as the eye can see
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| Radiation sinks into shallow flesh
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| Reanimating their silhouette
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| I can still hear them screaming at night when I close my eyes
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| When I close my eyes
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| I will gladly die for what I believe in
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| Put a gun to my head and give me a reason
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| We did this to ourselves
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| Scorched bones of slaves lay to waste in the fields of their own affliction
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| Stretching as far as the eye can see
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| Radiation sinks into shallow flesh
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| Reanimating their silhouette
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| I can still hear them screaming at night when I close my eyes
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| Arise and be who you were meant to be
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| There’s still a part of me alive in this rotting shell
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| My nerves becoming numb wandering the depths of hell
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| Mutated flesh now bears the face of what I’ve become
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| It doesn’t matter who I was or what I’ve become
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| It doesn’t matter in the end |