| Embrace true emptiness
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| Behind the eyes the beast is man is never far
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| Dormant until we accept what we are
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| No saints. |
| No grace
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| There is no relief from the mountains of grief
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| Intricately, assembled stone by stone
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| The art of deception, in theory and practice
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| Smothers any compassion we could hope to salvage
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| There is no progress, when forward motions just a test
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| Of another mans lust for greed
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| The will to resist disappears in the midst
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| Staining the sky in eternal misery
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| Intertwined in end times
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| Wondrous webs of deceit we weave
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| Behind the eyes, the beast in man is never far
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| Only dormant until we accept what we are
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| Don’t save me
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| There’s nowhere to stay
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| That doesn’t bear the scars of yesterday
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| Don’t save me
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| There’s nowhere to stay
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| That doesn’t bear the scars of yesterday
|
| Embrace true emptiness
|
| Embrace true emptiness
|
| Behind the eyes the beast in man is never far
|
| Dormant until we accept what we are
|
| No saints. |
| No grace
|
| The last lights drift
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| Deep down into the spiral
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| Where same and denial
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| Are forever and final
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| The last lights drift
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| Deep down into the spiral
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| Where same and denial
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| Are forever and final
|
| Don’t save me
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| Nomad on an orphan earth
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| There’s nowhere to stay
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| That doesn’t bear the scars of yesterday
|
| Don’t save me
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| Nomad on an orphan earth
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| There’s nowhere to stay
|
| That doesn’t bear the scars of yesterday
|
| Don’t save me
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| Don’t save me |