| Have we gone blind?
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| I used to sing of finding light
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| In the darkened skies above
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| No fleeting glimpse
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| All hope is bleeding from this shell
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| The wolves are snapping at all sides
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| Consuming fear
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| The faith I held is fractured like a mirror
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| Both sides reflect the darkness of the other
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| Without the will to look inside
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| We cut our wrists on the divide
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| And I am bleeding out with no one there beside me
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| No fleeting glimpse
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| No hope remains inside this hell
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| The noose is gripping at my neck with every breath
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| Our life is drained
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| We’re being punished for our crimes
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| The executioner calls out a final time
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| Offering wealth and wine
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| Take my hand and twist the knife
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| We’re depraved and reviled
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| Welcoming eternal night |