| I felt the sickness drain from my skin?.. and it burns
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| You’ll wait for us there
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| Under a blistered darkening sky
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| We’ll be there?..
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| Burn them?
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| As I lay in shrouds among the wasted dead
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| A callus soul reveals the carriage blooded red
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| Look up to the sky
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| The clouds were dripping poison
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| Will we be the seekers?
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| Before we are the chosen
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| Will the angels give us hope
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| For a brighter sky than these
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| Something more than a bitter challenge
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| Something we cannot perceive
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| With a glance the gates are open
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| To a path that still remains
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| Unknown to those before us
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| If the demons have been slain
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| We all believe in angels
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| Because the planets aren’t alone
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| We’re the ones who’ll forgive you
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| When the world will not forget
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| The damage turns to stone
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| Yeah, will the wounded seek out missions
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| For a darker sky than these
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| Will they carry on our burden
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| Find a life we cannot lead
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| They’re eyes stripped at the retina
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| So the sun burns through their souls
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| Will the god sit back and pity?.Like before?
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| We all believe in angels
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| Because the planets aren’t alone
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| We’re the ones who’ll forgive you
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| When the world will not forget
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| The damage turns to stone |