| I take the light and break through
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| I’m a million years and you’re new
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| It’s common place for them to
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| Control our discourse
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| Without a voice or figure
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| I appear to the weak and obscure
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| It’s a war with what we’ve known
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| It’s the coming clouds and the places we can’t go
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| Wake up all the feelings that you hold inside
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| About those fallen lives that call to all of us
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| Forget all the fighting and the focused lies
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| It’s about the brilliant lights that follow all of us
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| I breed in all the darkest places
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| Control all the foul and faceless
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| While the blood is bright the form
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| And silence the conscious
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| I appear in the palest moonlight
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| I’m a part of the fallen night sky
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| It’s a war with what we’ve known
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| It’s the violent times and the faces we can’t know
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| Wake up all the feelings that you hold inside
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| About those fallen lives that call to all of us
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| Forget all the findings on your photographs
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| It’s about the brilliant guise that troubles all of us
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| Wake up all the feelings that you hold inside
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| You know what we are
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| Born forlorn
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| Forget all the baiting and the brilliant lights
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| You know what you are
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| Born forlorn |