| Lay me deep in the mountain
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| Frozen limbs collapse as they climb
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| The impossible horizon
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| My will is broken
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| My eyes have seen what they’ve always known
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| Every man has a shadow behind him
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| Every soul
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| Every soul has a price in gold
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| Out of breath
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| We’ve stripped the lungs of its vessels and it’s arteries
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| And now we drown in death
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| Numb to the pain of our man made blasphemy
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| We’re the ghost in the rivers
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| So ashamed of our own reflection
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| And the demons stare back with eyes as mirrors
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| In a gaze forever fixed in our direction
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| Fire and vine
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| Human and serpent entwined
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| Force down the hand of foul will
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| As the world grows all the things it can kill
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| Lay me deep in the waters
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| Sunken limbs collapse as they try
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| To reach for the shoreline
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| Souls to left wade and wallow
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| Cries of sorrow call my name
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| My will is broken
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| My eyes have seen what they’ve always known
|
| Every man has a shadow behind him
|
| Every soul has a price in gold
|
| We’re the ghost in the rivers
|
| So ashamed of our own reflection
|
| And the demons stare back with eyes as mirrors
|
| In a gaze forever fixed in our direction
|
| Fire and vine
|
| Human and serpent entwined
|
| Force down the hand of foul will
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| As the world grows all the things it can kill |