| Maybe red’s like roses
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| Maybe it’s the pool of blood
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| The innocents will lay in
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| When in the end, you’ve failed to save them
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| Their dying eyes
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| Are wide and white like snow
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| And now they know
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| The cost of trusting you’s obliteration
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| Mirrors will shatter
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| Crushed by the weight of the world
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| The pillars collapse in shame
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| There’ll be no rest
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| There’ll be no love
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| There’ll be no hero in the end
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| Who will rise above
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| And when it ends
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| The good will crawl
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| The shining light will sink in darkness
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| Victory for hate incarnate
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| Misery and pain for all
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| When it falls
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| Swallowed by the darkness
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| Soon the moon is bathed in black
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| The light of hope is taken
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| And discontent is the contagion
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| The blinding eyes
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| That burn a yellow flame
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| The embers that remain
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| Will light the fuse of condemnation
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| Kingdoms in tatters
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| Hung on the brink of a war
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| The peace will succumb to flames
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| This is not a tragedy
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| It’s not an accident
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| You placed your faith in fools
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| And now you’ll smother in lament
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| They play the part of allies
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| Claiming peace their only goal
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| But once the fight for power starts
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| They’ll eat each other whole
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| Their iron gloves point fingers
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| They’ll wage a war of blame
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| And mankind will wilt in pain
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| There’ll be no rest
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| There’ll be no love
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| There’ll be no hero in the end
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| Who will rise above
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| And when it ends
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| The good will crawl
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| The shining light will sink in darkness
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| Victory for hate incarnate
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| Misery and pain for all
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| When it falls |