| For this I declare as bleeding hope
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| Where skin touch skin with a frozen mind
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| For this I declare as bleeding soul
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| Where skin screech skin in the frozen sun
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| Gathered for altering the elements of hope
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| Bodies filled with rotten minds
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| Eyes stared in fever, as mine stared in gray
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| Hidden by a pistol’s crime
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| Where all been written on skin, upon bones
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| Feeding a weeping mankind
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| Skin upon skin upon bones over blood
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| Spiritually military crime
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| «paint it red», a requiem of words
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| Till the sound of the end just smiled
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| Oh take me down to the place I’ve been
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| Here the blood shall bleed like a blood red wine
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| Eyes stared in fever, as mine stared in gray
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| Hidden by a pistol’s crime
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| Where all been written on skin, upon bones
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| Feeding a weeping mankind
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| GATHERED FOR ALTARING THE ELEMENTS OF HOPE
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| BLOODY RISE OF THE DIMENTIONS YOU’LL NEVER KNOW
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| NAILED BY THE HIGHEST FORM OF INNER LAW
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| ONE BY ONE…
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| Eyes stared in fever, as mine stared in gray
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| Hidden by a preachful crime
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| Where all been written on skin, upon bones
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| Feeding a weeping mankind |