| You are sleeping unhampered by guilt
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| Comes the morning you shut down
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| The devil’s breath is a disease on your lips
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| Reaching out for your loss
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| You prey on your flock
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| Seeking out the weaker hearts
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| With eternity in your grip
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| And on a lifelong throne of sub-religion
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| They will eat from your head
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| Your head…
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| With the moon above and the sun below
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| With the moon above and the sun below
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| With the moon above and the sun below
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| With the moon above and the sun below
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| I can’t remember the sun upon my skin
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| Slave to a sorrow that is whispering within
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| I’m always waiting for you before I sleep
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| There is no comfort in the distance that we keep
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| In a river of grief I am drowning
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| And your grip is surrounding my heart
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| Balancing on the edge of failure
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| And relieved, should I fall
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| Scattered dust upon my eyes
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| A winding road taking you nowhere
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| A winding road taking me home
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| And my home is my grave
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| Waiting for a day when there is nothing left to say
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| Voices of despair is a familiar friendship
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| A society in your head holds the code to destruction
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| Dying fast
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| Summer dying fast
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| And this can’t last, as nothing ever lasts
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| In a forest of flesh
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| There is a need to sever myself away from happiness
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| Still no drifting sun
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| Black upon the earth
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| Still the air is dry
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| And the locust wait
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| Ah… No, No, No
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| Ah… No, No, No
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| There is no help in the wake of our needs
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| There is no help to dispel the pain
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| There is no help still some cling to a phantom
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| There is no help
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| Ah… No, No, No
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| Ah… No, No, No
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| Only circles on the water
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| Only circles on the water
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| Only circles on the water
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| Only circles on the water
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| Only circles on the water
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| Only circles on the water |