| Stumbling backwards, I’ve nearly fallen
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| From the garden to the grave
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| Under the wreckage this great disaster
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| Take me to my judgement day
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| Half of the pages I’ve left unwritten
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| Bounded by the flesh
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| Mortal we are but not for long
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| Is this a land fit for a man of peace?
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| Half of the pages I’ve left unwritten
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| On display for all to see
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| With fear in their eyes as they look upon me
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| A withered man I used to be
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| Now I wait, for the hammer to fall
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| Bounded by the flesh
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| Mortal we are but not for long
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| Is this a land fit for a man of peace?
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| At the gates, the sound of the choir
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| Laughing at me while the flames growing higher
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| Stray from the path that leads you to ruin
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| Don’t lose yourself to the things that you’re doin' |