| scared of the world I’ve made, precious gift, have I grown in a year harder
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| one more war, numbers of, dying forour makin' of everlast nation
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| as i glowed (in) ruddy shades, pulsing pain, makin' me falling down
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| screamer sleeps inside, wherein the straight road no longer lay
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| I’ve come out to hide afraid of what our bodies made
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| one life’s not enough to go against the one-eyed god
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| from the forgotten path I found myself astray
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| in need of war an battle
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| dance with virus of a lifetime
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| plaguing the world obstacle of
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| peace came when I lost my vital, my breath
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| war goes on, on without me
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| whispers on the disorder
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| talks to the dead, the dead instead of
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| triggering again the only path to lead us to the dawn
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| everywhere reflected patterns thoughts of images and numbers
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| fillin’forms of adoration as we make a sorry nation
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| see how death has grown it’s album I can see myself in this dream
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| war between my virtue and vice |