| By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees
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| I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me
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| (Wake up, wake up... wake up)
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| In the coldest winter, between the fading lights
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| I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky
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| (Wake up, wake up... wake up)
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| Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars
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| I watch me breaking into a million shards
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| (Wake up, wake up... wake up)
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| But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign
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| I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie
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| (Wake up, wake up)
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| Wake up
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| A depression fed by overload
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| False perceptions, the weight of the world
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| A universe in the palm of your hand
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| The artifice of endless strands
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| Distraction flows down an obsessive stream
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| Rejection grows into oppressive screams
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| The hardest hour, the cruelest sign
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| I'm waking up from this wretched lie
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| I fight it the same, don't waste this day
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| Wake up, wake up, wake up
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| Memento mori
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| The regression of advancing modes
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| And Imperial corrosive nodes
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| A prime directive to disconnect
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| Reclaim yourself and resurrect
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| Distraction flows down an obsessive stream
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| Rejection grows into oppressive screams
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| The hardest hour, the cruelest sign
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| I'm waking up from this wretched lie
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| I fight it the same, don't waste this day
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| Wake up, wake up, wake up
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| Memento mori
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| There's too many choices
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| And I hear their relentless voices
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| But you've gotta run them out
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| Return to now and shut it down
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| Shut it down
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| A depression fed by overload
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| False perceptions, the weight of the world
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| Because there's too many choices
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| Gotta kill their relentless voices
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| (Wake up, wake up)
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| I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie
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| The hardest hour, the cruelest sign
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| I'm waking up from this wretched lie
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| I fight it the same, don't waste this day
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| Wake up, wake up, wake up
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| Wake up, wake up
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| Wake up
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| Memento mori
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| Memento mori |