| So are you up to tell me your mistakes?
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| Recognition of your ambition to destroy what has been made
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| This «World of men» we built, and you’re ready to be gone
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| This new plane of ash and flame, you’re eager to call home
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| Can you live with your own self, knowing that you are rarely right?
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| Choices made by the wish of death, that determined your last fight
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| Like angels, and demons and men alike, we are bound to be destroyed
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| To hell w’ll go, and that is final
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| This hell you can’t avoid
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| You’re watching the light that fads
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| 'Cause the Destination is Hell
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| From where the angels fell
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| The destination is Hell
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| Walking through this carcass, this shell that is our world
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| This molten core of constant fear that burns until we’re old
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| Nothing to replace this, this doubt of what to do
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| Totally expected turn of events. |
| This Hell in me and you
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| You’re watching the light that fades
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| Destination is Hell
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| From where the angels fell
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| The Destination is Hell
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| This place you know too well
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| The Destination is Hell
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| This sky of red that we live under, of fire and pain and death |
| And all the light that was abundant, turned and became dark providing this
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| worlds final breath
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| This world that is now torn asunder, with nothing to hope for but to die
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| And now, we try, to live and to lie, about all of this |