| Arise, consumed by light; |
| blinding flare to bloodshot eyes
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| Alive, or have I reached the end?
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| Is this my final place of rest?
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| Racing mind, clouded and confused
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| Summon strength, will these limbs to move
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| Focus, just focus; |
| sift through the dread
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| Separate these dreams from reality
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| Shapes begin to form, consciousness restored
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| Loss cuts like a knife, vivid memories drained of life
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| With bloodless veins and fearful eyes I fall to my knees, stare at the sun,
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| hang my head
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| I repine, fathoms from the kingdom beyond
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| Fathoms from the kingdom
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| Behold the scorched horizon; |
| fields of wreckages laid to waste
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| Condemned to this washed out world; |
| this ravaged earth to which I’m damned
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| To which I’m damned |