| There’s a silence that we can’t deny
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| And it’s stealing all the air we breathe
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| I often pray to gods I’ve never served
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| But now I know that this could be the end of us
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| Don’t follow, I leave a wake of rust
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| When everything inside my hands returns to dust
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| There’s a silence that we can’t deny
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| And it’s stealing all the air we breathe
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| It’s dimming the light that’s behind your eyes
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| Here in the dark you’ll never see me grieve
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| I often pray to gods I’ve never served
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| But now I know that this could be the end of us
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| Don’t follow, I leave a wake of rust
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| When everything inside my hands returns to dust
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| And there’s no need for prophecy
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| From the start we knew that we would break this vow
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| And there’s no need for prophecy
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| Building walls just to watch you break them down
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| I often pray to gods I’ve never served
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| But now I know that this could be the end of us
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| Don’t follow, I leave a wake of rust
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| When everything inside my hands returns to dust
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| When everything inside my hands returns to dust |