| As a withered hand grips right through fear
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| The cold caressing rains
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| The reaping arms of silence, evolve for us to see
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| Overruled by a lack of patience, it’s untold, it’s untold
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| That’s the secret that has made us
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| Constructive powers flow desire
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| The last intense degree
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| Scratching at the surface, for all of us to hear
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| Gather around, the secrets that you know
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| And the speech that makes blood flow
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| Blame desire, you’ll blame revenge
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| Standing at the solemn shores
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| Where blessed fools are born
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| Happiness is wasted, wasted blood and tears
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| Re-abuse infiltration, it’s untold, it’s untold
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| Raping life from other nations
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| The ritual explosive fire
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| Rewarding enemies
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| Shells of empty faces here, crying to be free
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| Gather around, the secrets that you know
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| And the speech that makes blood flow
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| Blame desire, you’ll blame revenge
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| You’ll blame revenge
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| Dying free, the spirits gather round
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| While the soul lays underground
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| Will the voices call again? |