| We leave the shores to see the mountains rising
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| A distant impression growing
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| This judgment creates the pain we hold
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| Destructive intentions that serve no purpose but the end of us all
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| These vultures from the past
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| Coming in all the hells and worlds, the time has come
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| Delivered from their eyes
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| Embrace, suffer, destroy — the gift of guilt
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| The shame and sorrow, self-condemnation
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| Fill all the gaps and the spaces, unyielding
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| Bestowed upon us, devastating power
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| We’re building connective tissue to a maze of lies
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| We’re left as starving orphans, the vital core is gone
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| Our sins are all over and over again we swallow
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| We’re sick and tired when this wind blows, the reflex is insane
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| We must forgive and stop blaming ourselves for this love
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| In all the hells and worlds, the time has come
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| In all the hells and worlds, the time has come
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| These vultures from the past
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| Coming in all the hells and worlds, the time has come
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| Delivered from their eyes
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| I’m leaving this behind — the gift of guilt |