| Fierce they stood in the brink of extinction
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| Deviously watching towards absolution
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| The walls could wait it out, but we couldn’t
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| Years felt as transient surcease
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| When absolute chaos broke lose
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| And there we stood, obtaining spellbound
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| Not afraid of the door but what lay behind it
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| Constant revision made closure imminent
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| Still we lost — Still we fell
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| We don’t speak the name of the dead
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| But faces, eyes and thoughts loomed large
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| And no, we didn’t forget a bit
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| This familiar dominance
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| Like a drug grants desperate moments of freedom
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| They broke open the gates
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| All caused by the love for decay |