| If it all went away tomorrow
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| Would there be anything worthy of the salvage
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| Or would the world be swallowed by the sea
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| A blissful silence in return of harmony
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| And would there be any need for possession
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| Cultured regret
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| The lost of progress
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| The passing of the flesh
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| Marrow to market
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| Burn for the treasure
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| But remember the children who won’t have it any better than this
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| What has been left for them
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| Where there once was hope
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| Now there is only pain
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| The great gift of the world
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| Have you felt the hope leave you?
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| The guiding light
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| It recedes as fast all
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| Dark days
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| They welcome you into a body
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| Beaten and raw
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| So polluted and vile
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| Broken dreams and fractured minds
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| Twisted tongues
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| Swallow the blood back
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| They swallow the light
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| We drink of the wine
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| And eat of the bread
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| But we’re starving
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| Undeserving of death
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| No, we will not find heaven
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| We will not find our place
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| We will not find the light
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| We will not find our way
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| Where there once was hope
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| Now there is only pain
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| The great gift of the world
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| In life
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| It rots a man from the inside
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| In death
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| We escape an existence in vain
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| And in time
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| Where could we hide
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| When the soul is the cancer
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| It consumes
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| It yearns for more
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| Conditioned to thrive in the slaughter
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| Our sons and daughters will mourn for the martyrs we betrayed
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| A murderer’s mind
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| A murderer’s hands
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| Cursed
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| I walk with man
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| Covered in the blood
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| The blood of the lamb
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| Now you see the hope leave you
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| Was the guiding light ever there at all?
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| Or were the flames
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| The bellows of hell
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| The calling for the desperate
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| The symbol of the fall
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| No, we will not find heaven
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| We will not find our place
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| We will not find the light
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| We will not find our way
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| Where there once was hope
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| Now there is only pain
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| The great gift of the world |