| The light is so dark it shrouds us like ash from the wake of eruption
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| No longer will I speak out of place, as I sit back in my trench and wait
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| Wait to be given a sign of freedom to unleash
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| It’s then that the weak will commit to a place of defeat
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| Upon the pedestal of what I can only admit as complete
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| Download retro image and delete
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| Now there’s a whirlwind of broken lies of disease and deception
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| Forget and admit and kill it (kill)
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| Take the lead and run from all the chemical burns
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| Poisonous air hallucinating all the tremors
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| Down the street and through the wires
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| My body burns without my skin
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| I’m machine underneath now and so are my sins
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| They forever whisper inside my head repeatedly
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| «Kill them slowly!»
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| They whisper inside my head repeatedly
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| «This street goes nowhere, so turn away and pretend to be blinded!»
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| Night time is upside-down
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| Night time is where we drown
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| We burrow
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| We go in
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| We go down
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| We go inside
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| We dig we burrow
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| We’re broken from the start
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| Wasted lung
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| A grimy limb for sorrow
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| We burrow
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| We go in
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| We go down
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| We go inside
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| We dig we burrow
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| Running isn’t allowed
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| It’s forbidden
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| We dig and we burrow because this street goes nowhere
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| But regardless I’m still running
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| God is at rest, so give up
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| God is at rest, so give in
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| God is at rest, so give up
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| God is at rest, they begin
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| They will designate the end
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| I will always distract you going backwards
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| As I live my life sprinting forwards |