| Come the tides
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| We hear tell of a mortal season
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| Fed rife with rhyme and reason
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| Tained with despair
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| Kill-darkened skies
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| Painted black, so black with misery
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| Raining down with the impunity
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| Oh, the cross we’ve brought to bear
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| In the treason fields
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| Where man again destroys what man built
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| Man wears the weighted cloak of man’s guilt
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| For the blind we must remind
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| Raise your eyes
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| Behind a martyr’s mask of supplication
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| I find you guilty by association
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| Mute, somehow divine
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| I sing true
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| I can see right through you
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| I sing true
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| I can see right through you
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| Thirst for truth
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| Spit out the lies inside and search for meaning
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| The child in your hanging head is bleeding
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| Another dream to drown
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| Ignorance
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| Seek your knowledge in the volumes of dust
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| Render all to ashes and rust
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| And child, bring that hammer down
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| I sing true
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| I can see right through you
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| I sing true
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| I can see right through you
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| Oh, these latter days
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| They bear eternal winter’s coming frost
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| And the death of innocence
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| In this dying age we wander lost
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| DENY THE HAND OF MAN
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| Celebrate
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| Where mercy falls drunk you’ll find me
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| In the gutter, ever in the company
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| Of angels and of kings
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| Millenium
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| All the memories will fade like twilight
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| Take your place on either side of midnight
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| And sing, dear brother, sing
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| I sing true
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| I can see right through you
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| Right on cue
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| That face you wear betrays you |