| Someplace in a dominant time
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| We mend the break in the weak frontline
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| Waist deep in knowledge that will save us
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| Overrun by the yellow dogs
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| Pray for salvation from napalm gods
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| Bubbling skin always brings a smile to my face
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| Fall back to the rear; |
| the cowards arrive with numbers overwhelming
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| They are swarming from beneath the ground
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| I will let you pass
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| Somehow I make it through
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| Pushing through
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| As I carve my miseries, reminders in my flesh
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| Pushing through
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| Another glimpse of reality, another glimpse I must endure
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| Pushing through
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| I find horrid visions when my life starts to fade
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| Pushing through
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| They all point to something, I cannot see quite yet
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| All through this land, the signs, the end of man
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| It is approaching and until then… you'll pass
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| When I cut my life drains away
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| An open gate to the end of days
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| Can it be that all these things will come?
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| I will call upon you
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| Everyday flatlines in grey
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| A dance with death. |
| a gamble
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| Someday my eyes will never wake again
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| I will call upon you
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| I will let you pass |