| Do you remember when work was bond,
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| a fleeting promise in the light of the dawn.
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| Barren December under a falling sky,
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| the end of days are the reason to die.
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| Obliteration never looked so divine.
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| Holding your breath for the moment in time
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| You lived through hell, now you’re trying to die
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| The skin is healed but you’re bleeding inside
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| Shots fired just to numb the pain
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| There’s no one left to save
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| Night blind on the shining path
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| Ghost walking in the aftermath
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| Hypnotized, 60 cycle hum
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| The broken cadence of a distant drum
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| 21 to 1 I’m liking the odds
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| A blood junkie with a lightning rod
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| A dirty rig and a heavenly nod
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| And still you wind up nowhere
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| Obliteration never looked so divine
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| Holding your breath for the moment in time
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| You lived through hell, now you’re trying to die
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| The skin is healed but you’re bleeding inside
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| Shots fired just to numb the pain
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| There’s no one left to save
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| There’s no one left to save
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| There’s no one left to save
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| Now
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| You chase the dragon but it follows you home
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| Now
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| You lost the fever dreams and broken hope
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| Lost
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| Desolation never looked so divine
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| Promise yourself for the very last time
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| You lived through hell, now you’re trying to die
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| The skin is healed but you’re bleeding inside
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| Shots fired just to numb the pain
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| There’s no one left to save
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| There’s no one left to save
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| Ohhhh there’s no one left
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| A fever dream
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| There’s no one left to save
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| Shots forever end the pain
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| There’s no one left to save. |