| There is no time, there will be no revival
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| When I took you in I was looking for a key
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| Another solitude to border mine
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| Holding out for truer lies, born to sharpen knives
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| The lives we sought to lead became the distances
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| And soon the years crept in
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| Between me and my dearest friends
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| There is no time, there will be no revival
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| On the day I broke I was looking for a cure
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| Laying my head between a lion’s jaws
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| Surrendered to the end, born to sharpen knives
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| When you poison us does it feel like revenge?
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| Every scalp that my blade has taken
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| I laid them at your feet for your judgement
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| So swing my guilt against me
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| Does it feel like revenge?
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| My debts will not be settled, they die with me
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| My debts will not be paid, they die with me
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| The taste of blood still on our tongues
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| We don’t stay satisfied for long
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| The suffering is said to make you strong
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| But the damages repaid were not enough
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| We don’t stay satisfied for long |