| What have we become? |
| This massacre
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| What have we become? |
| Eternal wasteland
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| Soon a memory of ash left behind
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| Night sky, death awaits, fall to die
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| Lost and bound to never see the found
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| Heed the words I say to you
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| Wandering into the black hole
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| Bite the hand before it’s gone
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| Cymbals crash into the defeat, swallowing anguish, feel the decay
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| Feeling ceased, shaded eyes of deceit, they hold
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| Nowhere to be found
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| Feel defiance
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| Take away my innocence
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| Lost and bound to never see the found
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| Heed the words I say to you
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| Wandering into the black hole
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| Bite the hand before it’s gone
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| Nowhere to be found
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| Feel defiance
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| Take away my innocence
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| To feel my warmth alone, as ash leaves my mouth to roam
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| I seal my warmth alone, as ash leaves my mouth to roam
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| Consume my body, devour my soul
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| Leave me bitter with no control
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| All hope is lost
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| Foresee the fallen god
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| The flower, the mountains, they cower as they fall, it dies
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| Night, the light, fallen to shadows, it dies |