| I can feel your fear and weakness
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| I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes
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| Carved into a corner hopeless
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| There’s death ahead and doom behind
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| There’s a bad storm blowing in
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| And most of us won’t make it
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| The wreckage of your past
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| Means nothing now, forsake it
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| The memories cripple you
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| You’re torn apart, your doubt must die
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| It only fell apart 'cause you let it
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| Bled of all you had to lose
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| Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
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| It only fell apart 'cause you let it
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| Bled of all you had to lose
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| Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
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| Well, there’s those that do
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| And those that just do talking
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| We’re all going through hell
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| It’s burn or keep on walking
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| The blackguards sing their shanty
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| Pure death riding the wind
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| Right now it’s do or die
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| How will you choose to live?
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| The memories that ruin you
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| You’re torn apart your doubt must die
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| It only fell apart 'cause you let it
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| Bled of all you had to lose
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| Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
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| It only fell apart 'cause you let it
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| Bled of all you had to lose
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| Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
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| You best delay self-pity
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| Locked in devastation’s throes
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| The noose awaits you swinging
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| A blade of malice cuts the rope
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| Hostility ensues, no attempt to repent
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| Your struggles vindicate the illest of intent
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| Die
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| It only fell apart 'cause you let it
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| Bled of all you had to lose
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| Pick up the pieces with your broken hands
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| It only fell apart 'cause you let it
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| Bled of all you had to lose
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| Pick up the pieces with your broken hands |