| Where do you get the nerve to speak on behalf of those chained to heavens
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| Faith has never been sufficient enough to carry this on
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| Take me I’m ready, tear me apart
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| If death is what you seek no one can it away from you
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| What you perceive to be real can only survive
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| Inside a damaged mind
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| The frost is so inviting, seeking eldritch light
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| Being held within feel the essence of the bitter end
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| If I’m denied the right
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| To hold this world in my hands
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| And I’ll hold it accountable
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| and squeeze the hope out of them
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| As they have done to me
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| Succumb body, mind and soul
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| The reaping of the crop
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| As they have done to me
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| If death is what you seek no one can it away from you
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| What you perceive to be real can only survive
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| Inside a damaged mind
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| The frost is so inviting, seeking eldritch light
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| Being held within feel the essence of the bitter end
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| We saw it written in the stars
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| beckoning us forward
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| Restricted by the burden of physical boundaries
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| Not even deities escape inevitability
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| Can you feel the impending wraith
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| If I’m denied the right to hold this world in my hands
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| As their souls are forged into the ever blinding abyss
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| We had within our grasp, we let it slip away
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| In the wake of rapture
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| The reckoning came in floods
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| Of intangible occurrences
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| The sky will open wide
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| Pouring down
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| The guilt we feel
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| Will outlast our children
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| Destined to return to the dirt of which we sunk into
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| The grains of time keep falling |