| All That Remains by Fear of God
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| Powerlines… steel webs confine, violating the brownish sky.
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| Hard grey smothers, earth, like cancer. |
| Cracks revealing, ground below
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| Broken and bleeding
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| every seed, every stone.
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| I’ve heard the promise, I feel hunger, I realize. |
| As time creeps over me and days are torn away.
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| There are no answers only bitter lies, the only voice I’m believing
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| is the
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| beckoning blade.
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| I know the feeling the loss of control
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| voice of reason slips away
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| eyes staring back at me so dark so cold
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| reflecting all the remains.
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| I know the enslaver.
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| I taste its pison… feel its sting deep inside.
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| It has no answer, only bitter lies but its voice I’m hearing,
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| Keeps calling my name.
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| Who can tell the torture of the soul?
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| Is it wrong… tell me is it wrong… to close your eyes… to sleep
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| forever?
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| I know the feeling the loss of control
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| voice of reason slips away
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| eyes staring back at me so dark so cold
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| reflecting all the remains. |