| Look at yourself
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| Narrow of mind, shallow of breath
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| So far removed from the plight
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| So far removed from the death of your kin, down-trodden and ill
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| Oh so high as you stood, how heavy you fell
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| As so many will fall for the bait
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| Compassion too little, too late
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| For some small peace of mind
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| How can you walk on the bones of your brothers' broken homes
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| Knowing how karma’s cold hand grips at your throat?
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| I’ve been trapped beneath the soil and the dirt
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| Do I close my eyes? |
| Do I close my eyes?
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| Lying still beneath the burden and the hurt
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| Am I dead inside? |
| Did I make it right?
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| Left in the dark, in blackest oblivion
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| Only forced me to learn that light comes from within
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| And only fades where fear prevails
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| Where is your heart?
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| Does it grow weaker each time you think of those you scorned from afar?
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| Their voices rise from the wreck to call you by name
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| The blood that tarnished the brush will mark us the same
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| What have we done?
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| What have we done?
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| Can you fight this, can you fight this alone and abandoned?
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| Look where we’ve landed and know
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| This must all have a consequence
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| Nothing, nothing will make sense again
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| You’ll never rest peacefully
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| You’ll never rest peacefully
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| You’ll never rest peacefully
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| You cowards, you cowards, you left them for dead
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| Left them out in the cold, they said
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| You liars, backstabbers, sold out your own kind
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| I can’t turn a blind eye, can’t rewind |