| Death to the dreamer breathing you in
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| Oh, my grave where art thou victory
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| Your meaning was so lost
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| No longer, these shaky hands mistrust
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| The words spat from your brow
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| You’re breeding sickness with a golden pen
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| I should have known I could not put my trust in you
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| Panic to the hidden shelter
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| This doctor — nothing more than a drug dealer
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| Flood my thoughts with assumptions that a pill can cure
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| Your lies have brought us to death
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| There’s no bright side, they feed on profit
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| A lacerated headless ghost will rule these walls
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| We are a wave of numbers
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| Drowning everything that we could grasp
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| We are a wave of numbers
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| Drowning everything that we could ever imagine
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| Stay behind
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| Student master breathing sulfur
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| Misguided
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| Creatures forbid, shackle chain our brains
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| Now listen closely to my voice
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| If faith is anywhere you’re killing us all
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| Scatter righteous ones
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| Plagues, you left us with conflicting answers
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| Plagues, you left us with regret
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| Plagues, you left us with the bleeding answer
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| Plagues, you filled us with regret
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| Scars swept in
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| Shards of wrist to close for comfort
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| The air spreads thin
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| Behind the curtain we hatch infection, behind the curtain
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| Let’s make a promise, to each other
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| That our illnesses will not be business
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| They prey on profit
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| They prey on profit |