| Without fall, no soul, here they choose to consume and the fear out
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| To cease, our world, final glimpse of the tragedy here now
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| Our ghost’s just drifting through the call
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| Rise on the horizons as it falls
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| I have become one with the way of the cross at the crossroad
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| My past, disdain for the secrets I save from denial
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| Now I mourn the illusion
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| Our ghost’s just drifting through the call
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| I saw the horizon as it falls, alone, go as it falls
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| I feel the scourge, torn deep to the bone
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| I am the scorn, now I mourn the illusion
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| I gouge my eyes from the inside, I was never alone
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| I gouge my eyes from the inside, I was never alone
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| I gouge my eyes from the inside, I was never alone
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| I gouge my eyes from the inside, I was never alive
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| Our ghost’s just drifting through the call
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| I saw the horizon as it falls, alone, go as it falls
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| I feel the scourge, deep to the bone
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| I am the scorn, so now I mourn the illusion. |