| Living dead or true survivors
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| In a world that’s twelve to five
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| Unaccomplished promises
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| Won’t keep us alive
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| All hope must be disregarded
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| ‘Cause as we look into the sky
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| We might fall beneath the surface
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| And come across the lies
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| We don’t need to carry on
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| We don’t need to comprehend
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| And all we say is do or fail
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| ‘Cause we all just missed the end
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| HOLD ON — TAKE MY HAND
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| PROMISE ALL YOUR LIES
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| HOLD ON — STAY WITH ME
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| PERISH IN THIS WORLD OF ICE
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| Once a sanctuary
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| Now conquered by a rat
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| Feasting on a roach it found
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| Sleeps in the company of the dead
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| And all our institutions
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| The facile and profound
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| And every brick of our ivory towers
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| Now lays scattered on the frozen ground
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| We don’t need to carry on
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| We don’t need to comprehend
|
| And all we say is do or fail
|
| ‘Cause we all just missed the end
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| HOLD ON — TAKE MY HAND
|
| PROMISE ALL YOUR LIES
|
| HOLD ON — STAY WITH ME
|
| PERISH IN THIS WORLD OF ICE |