| Unveil the curtain of uncertainty
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| Cast out the first born son
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| Consumed by the hate of ferocity
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| As my life remains undone
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| The path I dwell in was meant for me
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| Unable to change its course
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| I drown my sorrows in the wretched sea
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| Before the pain gets worst…
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| Losing what’s left of such reveries
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| Extracting my final thoughts
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| Watching the world fall to travesty
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| Helpless I choke and breathe
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| Wanting to achieve total apathy
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| To avoid the shame of despondency
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| Cities crash and burn from atrocities
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| Nothing left for me but agony…
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| Walking through these empty streets
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| I feel the dread of all…
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| Where they once have stood in the past
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| Is now a haunting hall
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| The rain resumes the endless stream
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| And piercing through each stone
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| It burns my flesh and rots my soul
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| My wounds reopen and bleed
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| Each day I wake and die inside
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| From all the things I’ve seen
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| I let the tides take over me
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| In hopes I cease to be
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| Too late to cure my ignorance
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| As I watch our species fall
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| Wishing to save what’s left from this
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| Before we’re dead and gone…
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| Nothing left for me but tragedies
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| Nothing left for me but everlasting suffering…
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| I hear their voices and all the anguish they feel
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| But it’s too late for them to come alive
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| It’s useless to try and fix the rest
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| All this time I believe that hope would shine
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| Yet I make the ruins as the void consumes my soul
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| And the silence remains eternally… |