| Now my friend, we stand at the end
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| We’ve failed to find the way out
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| The falling of messiahs and the raising of funds
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| Is a procession of liars, thieves and wrongs
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| The new order of the land is to live in fear
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| Now decide, now decide
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| Where you stand
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| Look to the edges of earth
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| It’s barren land
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| The falling of messiahs and the raising of funds
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| Is a procession of liars, thieves and wrongs
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| The new order of the land is to live in fear
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| The front line of sanity is changing for the worst
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| We can’t return, we can’t advance
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| We’re stuck in perpetual doom
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| A parade of horribles has come into town
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| Grabs you from below and pulls you straight down
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| Come down, inside, leave it to a fool to try and hide
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| The front line of sanity is changing for the worst
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| An altered form is coming from the crux of the human soul
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| The front line of sanity is changing for the worst
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| It’s all too real, when you can’t feel we’re in pain
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| Now, my friend, we stand at the end
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| We’ve failed to find the way out
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| This is not a passing movement, our cultures soon to fall
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| Seeing, being, bleeding is believing
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| We have had to end our lives
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| The time has come to stand
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| What is and will, forever, be nothing
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| The front line of sanity is changing for the worst
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| Grabs you from below, it pulls you down
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| An altered form is coming from the crux of the human soul
|
| The front line of sanity is changing for the worst
|
| We can’t return, we can’t advance
|
| We’re stuck in perpetual doom
|
| A parade of horribles has come into town
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| Grabs you from below and pulls you straight down
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| Come down, inside, leave it to a fool to try and hide |