| Building again
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| From every flaw we make something new
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| Kill again, build again
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| Killed again, tooled again
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| Rusted away to show
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| The decay, the true intent
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| And the smile that never
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| Touches eyes
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| Stand in line
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| Feel the blood drip down your forehead and blind your eyes
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| Blind your eyes
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| Kill again, build again
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| Killed again
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| Change the end and break down
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| The unnecessary
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| And it buries
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| And obscures
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| You need, you see
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| It moves, crushing
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| It ends, buried
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| And it changes
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| Nothing
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| Glacial
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| Glacial snow and
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| Crushing
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| An avalanche
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| Of broken
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| An avalanche
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| Of broken, broken
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| An avalanche of broken, we embrace with open arms
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| And not much else until we all can’t breathe
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| And moving becomes the farthest thing from my mind
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| What we can, or take, or leave, behind us now |