| Every step seems heavier
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| A never-ending walk in a fiery desert
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| Every day is another cycle
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| Recurring again and again
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| Everything I knew is collapsing
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| All the world they’d created to jail us
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| Just an empty cage with rusted bars
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| Whose red dust will be testimony
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| Furor arma ministrat nec spe
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| Stronger and stronger, implacable
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| It’s a machine of self-destruction
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| So all that remains are just frozen ruins
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| Broken relics of a failed ascension
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| Deeper and deeper, invading you
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| Their words worm themselves in
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| And sucking up your inner breath
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| The last emotion, the last feeling
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| Acta est fabula
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| Plaudite, cives
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| Tace; |
| si vis vivere
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| How can I smash the jail?
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| I see beyond the wall
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| Breaking down the glass
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| The propagadist beast stands in your mind
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| Breaking you inside
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| Will you never recognize the enemy within?
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| Destroying, lurking
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| Anything you wished
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| With its onslaught |