| Wipe the dust away, from a box of levity
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| Stirs a memory, a lifetimes breadth away
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| Too scarred to close my eyes, the past floods in like tears
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| One more wordless cry fills the empty night
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| No bleeding heart could ever stand in my way
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| When, I played upon the foothills of depravity
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| No hearts and no minds were in my gift to bestow
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| I Can’t believe in life when death’s the only real God I know
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| They said, the truth will set you free,
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| They said, no harm would come to me…
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| The ends of sanity, drowning in profanities
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| The cost of savagery. |
| A slate that won’t wipe clean
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| No guide to light my way into unknown places
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| Silent partners stare, but there’s nothing left to say…
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| I was the messenger, the means to an end
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| Unleashed, to crush belief in far and broken lands
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| No conscience, no reason, no map and no plan
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| Destroyed the lives of those who never stood a chance
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| They said, the truth will set you free,
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| They said, no harm would come to me…
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| No bleeding heart could ever stand in my way
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| As I play upon the foothills of depravity
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| No hearts and no minds were in my gift to bestow
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| I Can’t believe in life when death’s the only real God I know
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| They said, the truth will set you free,
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| They said, no harm would come to me… |