| Defiant thought crossed through demons
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| Converge in fierce gesture recollection forged to fit
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| And walk among the ravenous
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| Dragging feet to cover tracks
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| Sparing touch to collapse the senses
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| Dare to care — dare to cross and strike
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| The lifeline handsomely
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| We’ll always go down fighting
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| Devout rebellion — our haven is reborn
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| Loving children of departure conceived in conflict
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| Plea a pledge of coursing anger to convert their prepossessing
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| Dirty rotten rivalry
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| Antidote in symmetry
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| Pulling punches for servitude
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| To crush their rotting existence
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| Hailed in the fold of a setting sun — we defy
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| So precious so pretty — dominion
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| Stars on the firing line — dominion
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| Made famous in obscurity — dominion
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| The underworld is ours to own
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| We beloved — wait to feed on the filth of these new evils
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| Against each wired repeat of nostalgia’s novelties
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| Depiction hints to surface — resurrect and manifest
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| Accustomed to new thirsts only to vanish in quiet
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| Prophets of rage — scattered in hordes
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| This dominion defines everything they possess
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| And we defy |