| We are the fucking dead.
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| We will walk these streets in desperation.
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| Stop living in denial, we know that we are the dead.
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| We are the dead.
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| You can’t kill what no longer exists.
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| Open up your eyes and see that we’ve thrown it away.
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| We will walk these streets in desperation.
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| Stop living in denial, we know that we are the dead.
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| Where are we now? |
| Do you know what you’ve done?
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| We were meant for more than desolation.
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| We will, we will rot.
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| We will rot.
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| Hopeless, wandering farther into the dark, we are fending for ourselves.
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| We search for truth, finding nothing.
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| In harmonious decay, we fucking rot to nothing.
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| Stop living in denial, the truth that we know is
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| we are the fucking dead.
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| Where are we now? |
| Do you know what you’ve done?
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| We were meant for more than desolation.
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| This is relentless. |
| This is the inevitable.
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| The end is here and there’s nowhere to run.
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| It’s time you learned to accept your fears.
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| Accept your fears.
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| You can’t kill what no longer exists.
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| Open up your eyes and see that we’ve thrown it away.
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| We will walk these streets in desperation, we have nothing.
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| Stop living in denial, we know that we are the dead.
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| We will, we will rot.
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| We will rot. |