| Salt for a stone, skin from the bone
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| A fission, division from merged to alone
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| Composure to dust turns sterling to rust
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| The marriage of fire and frozen combusts
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| I was there when a bomb went off in his heart
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| That sudden release that ripped him apart
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| It scarred and imploded the space in his soul
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| His dreams are craters, his life the (?)
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| Mortals are mortar and life is the fuse
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| Burnt memories and shrapnel diffuse
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| Melting to blood, the blue flames above
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| Paint sulphurous shadow elegies to love
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| Copper from gold, the banding unfolds
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| The halo of hope goes from tender to cold
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| (?) explodes, the pressure grows
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| When passion explodes we burn in the glow
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| Same scars when part of me died
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| But I lived and came out the other side
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| The sorrow is worth the redemption you’ll feel
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| Life spins like a wheel when you start to heal
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| I saw the mind of my first love destroyed
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| The detonation pulled him into the void
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| I watched from the side as the madness evolved
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| Like you I’m a witness but can’t get involved
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| Tattooed to my mind, frozen in time
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| A bomb in his hand, glass turning to sand
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| One union dissolves, another is made
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| Powder to spark to brilliance to dark
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| The paper corrupts the pavement erupts
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| Screams from the streets shatter the peace
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| Silence from sound, then confusion to calm
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| A fire dawned and then she was gone
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| Remember the girl
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| I was there (x8) |