| Time to break through the anger
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| Hunt down the remnants of the everlasting myth
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| Incinerating hands that touched your graceful face
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| In their mysterious ways
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| The scorching scars have left an everlasting visual trace
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| Now they’re blinding, and rewinding
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| (Edge of the blade)
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| Time to break through the anger
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| Hunt down the remnants of the everlasting myth
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| Cherish your hunger for resentment and dismay
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| And then come out to play
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| Cascading colors, meticulously all washed away
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| Time for choosing not for losing
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| Defying the fire reviving within
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| Time to break through
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| Your walls are soaring high
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| They are disarranging
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| The surface on which we build our own lie
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| (Edge of the blade)
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| Time to break through the anger
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| Hunt down the remnants of the everlasting myth
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| Your wish for virtual perfection seems inane
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| But try and you will evolve
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| Your paragon possessed your inner self to no avail
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| No more waiting, no debating
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| Defying the fire reviving within
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| Time to break through
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| Your walls are soaring high
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| They are disarranging
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| The surface on which we build our own lie
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| Don’t throw your life away
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| Remain the same
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| Watch your back, now feel the heat
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| You’ve fooled the world one more time
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| And now that you’ve seen with open eyes
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| All of us are incomplete
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| It’s time to break through
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| Your walls are soaring high
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| You can even try to
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| Break through the perfect state of mind
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| And now you break through
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| You’ll reach beyond the sky
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| You should never, ever build on the surface made of lies
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| (Edge of the blade)
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| Time to break through the anger
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| Hunt down the remnants of the everlasting myth |