| Our stolen dreams betray an iron will
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| A shrouded face will never compromise or understand
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| Lit up live in fifteen thousand volts, just like poison
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| Waiting three steps out of sight
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| Resolved to stain the night with one last breath
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| There’s a world where the bells surround you and it sounds like today
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| But your prayers come a little too late to save these words
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| Like a heart shattered from the outside
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| I see you fading away as we drift toward a canonized wake
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| Nothing reconciles our vacant choices now
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| That shadowed life nobody populates, now pushed away
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| And if I could read those choices back, you know I’d force it all
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| And what does silence mean to me, as I choke on my last breath?
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| There’s a world where the bells surround you and it sounds like today
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| But your prayers come a little too late to save these words
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| Like a heart shattered from the outside
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| I see you fading away as we drift toward a canonized wake
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| All the tears that we crucified stepped through to the other side
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| I never really understood the space beyond our patient tide
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| One kiss before you go
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| So much that we’ll never know
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| If anything’s familiar, let it die tonight and stay below |