| Condemned ones void of any signs of life
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| Retribution of words to decide
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| Our hands with recklessness at our throats now
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| Affording disregard of these vessels encountered
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| Take pity on the precious hope
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| And what we construct with vigorous intent
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| We are the architects of suffering
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| Everything in a trail of desecration
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| Everything we have fought for thus far
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| Blueprint and design of our future held in our hands
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| Still on a path of self-destruction
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| Mark our words
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| There will be nothing left of this fabricated shell
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| Dismantled brick by brick
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| Consummate just one more fix
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| Another day withered away without justification
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| Falling apart anticipating to reconcile
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| Pacify and divert the bane of our existence
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| It seems the only way to abandon and deprive of reason
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| We can’t spare ourselves the strain we bestow
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| Our bearing firm, self deprecation
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| Can we afford to defend our reality today?
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| Everything with a path of degradation
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| Everything we have paid for thus far
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| We are the architects of suffering
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| We are the architects of criminal desire
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| We are the architects of suffering
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| We are the architects of such imperfection
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| We are the architects of suffering
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| We are the architects of such imperfection |