| Behind these burning walls of silence
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| Rising up the loneliness and shame
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| Come between us through this mighty winter’s rain
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| With hearts of stone their souls are filled with darkness
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| Marching, killing no respect at all
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| The human race is watching passively the show
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| Hoping to find some peace of mind
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| Visions of pleasure are so far away
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| The silent faces, they are calling through the night
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| To find their way, their promise land
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| Tiny breaks of time are hard and twisted
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| Scared eyes and feelings full of sweat
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| The usual lie is almost certain what you get
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| Faith abandons dreams and nameless whispers
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| We turn the page of our destructive lives
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| Get and bring the chance for someone to return
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| Suffocate for resurrection
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| Deep inside their minds are lying dead
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| Destination is the promised land |