| In the prayer, can't seem to find the right words
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| But we stretch our dead arms for salvation
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| The foundation and the chemical need
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| Discordance put a veil over my creed
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| So sweet my fever now
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| Embraced by its tainted wings
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| Cup my hands and taste the spite
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| Immune to the truths you told
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| In the wake, reverence in my every move
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| The wretched stars aligned for dead wisdom
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| The apparition, rise with my every breath
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| Grasping for the one who lie beneath
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| You leave now
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| Leave my void of prayers
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| Take these words to go with you
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| Take the splinters, see them fall
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| Idle stare, who will come forth from the dry wind
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| And find my blood and clothes and rust?
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| Cleaned the past like water through stone
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| Earth did cast a shade over my sleep
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| So sweet my fever now
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| Embraced by its tainted wings
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| Cup my hands and taste the spite
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| Immune to the truths you told
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| You leave now
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| Leave my void of prayers
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| Take these words to go with you
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| Take the splinters, see them fall |