| In this forest of dreams a light passes through
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| A brooding cold wind blowing through the trees
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| Of these ravenous ravines, the fog so thick
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| Set to disappear in this darkened time
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| Left a barren wasteland in decline
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| Days ahead will decide the fate of it
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| The warriors strap themselves up where they see fit
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| Peaceful resolution it has been tried
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| But the nature of man they cannot decide
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| Both sides of this conflict are too extreme
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| Situation in turmoil
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| Why these forceful measures
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| Trying to bring the other down
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| Solutions will not be found
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| Arguments lead nowhere now
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| Agreements we say they’re needed
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| But what’s the point if they’re not conceded
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| Always try to plot and deface
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| These people are a fucking disgrace
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| Where to now
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| We search for something always
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| Ease the pain
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| Of never ending dispute
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| Ideals of a force that won’t surrender
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| Knee deep in this
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| Swamp lands is all that stands
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| Dying in fire it is a sign
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| Of things to come and places to define
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| A problem that won’t be sorted over night
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| Protection needed but not with a fight
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| The day will come when compromise is achieved
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| A finish to this with no side deceived
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| When does it stop and where will it end?
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| Why these forceful measures
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| Trying to bring the other down
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| Solution will not be found
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| Arguments lead nowhere now
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| Agreements we say they’re needed
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| But what’s the point if they’re not conceded
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| Always try to plot and deface
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| These people are a fucking disgrace |