| We’ve been abandoned. |
| Yeah, we’ve been left behind. |
| Red hot daggers in
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| Our conscious through the long cold night. |
| Are we growing ugly? |
| Are we
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| Wasting time? |
| Tell me your truth, kid. |
| I’ll tell you mine. |
| I’ve
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| Crawled through obscurity to find the heavy burden of a wasted life.
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| Go north. |
| Endure the pain in your burning young mind. |
| Through the
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| Broken backs in the sands of time you’ve been recalled to life. |
| We are
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| The bright lights in these dark times. |
| Thoughts like razors in our
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| Conscious through the long cold night. |
| Lonely and wide eyed. |
| We won’t
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| Be sleeping tonight. |
| Get broken. |
| Regenerate. |
| Resurrect. |
| Is your city
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| Still sick? |
| Are you still desperate? |
| Get broken. |
| Regenerate.
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| Resurrect. |
| Prepare your heart for what lies ahead. |