| The colors are the same, the identity is now lost,
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| We play the game, its true nature is to hide itself
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| Blind me from the truth, discard the blame,
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| Hand it down to the ones without shame,
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| Draw in your breath, it’s sharp like the sword,
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| Pain from the poison your mouth it is poured
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| And now to this you’ve succumb, a tantalizing retreat,
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| Now into blackness you go, enemy of defeat,
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| The colored shades of hate, now form around you,
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| But how much more can we take? |
| The world is starting anew
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| Blind me from the truth, discard the blame,
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| Hand it down to the ones without shame,
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| Draw in your breath, it’s sharp like the sword,
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| Pain from the poison your mouth it is poured,
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| From your mouth it is poured
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| The colors are the same, the identity is now lost,
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| We play the game, its true nature is to hide itself,
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| Now into blackness you go, a tantalizing retreat,
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| The world is starting anew, enemy of defeat
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| Blind me from the truth, discard the blame,
|
| Hand it down to the ones without shame,
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| Draw in your breath, it’s sharp like the sword,
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| Pain from the poison your mouth it is poured,
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| Discard the blame, draw in your breath,
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| It’s sharp like the sword |