| Blood on my hands, the death
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| Of my enemies and my friends
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| But with good intention and
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| No thoughts to consequence
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| I’m asking why it hurts but
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| For whom do I mourn?
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| The chains around my mind
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| Only used to hurt and destroy
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| They mold me, corrupted
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| I’ve lost those I hold
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| In Rapture, will the truth be told?
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| Will the truth unfold?
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| Tell me who do I save
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| When I can’t save my soul?
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| Umbrella Corp, will the truth be told?
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| Will the truth unfold?
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| The closest are far away
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| But now there’s no one to save
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| The ghost of the human race
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| Now there’s no one to save
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| Blood on my hands, the death
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| Of my enemies and my friends
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| But with good intention and
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| No thought of how it ends
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| Misguided by the ones
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| I was told I must defend
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| Until they all demanded
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| I kill her when she slept
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| The path before me isn’t that of glory
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| But statutory by the wrath of war and peace
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| Asking for more to see
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| Laughing ignoring me
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| Clashes are forming in thoughts
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| The masses are worried if that is my story
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| Am I the one who would save em from hell?
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| Waiting to tell or am I the one who must
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| Save them from myself
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| Blood on my hands, the death
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| (the closest are far away)
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| Of my enemies and my friends
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| (but now there’s no one to save)
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| But with good intention
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| (the ghost of the human race)
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| No thought of how it ends
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| (now there’s no one to save)
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| Tell me, who can I save, when I can’t save my soul?
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| Tell me, who can I save, when I can’t save my…
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| Soul
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| I can’t save my soul
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| Tell me, who can I save, when I can’t save my soul?
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| Tell me, who can I save?
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| Please tell me, who can I save!
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| No one!
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| They mold me, corrupted
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| I’ve lost those I hold
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| Deus Ex, will the truth be told?
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| Will the truth unfold?
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| Tell me who do I save
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| When I can’t save my soul?
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| It’s the last of us, will the truth be told?
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| Will the truth unfold?
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| The closest are far away
|
| But now there’s no one to save
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| The ghost of the human race
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| Now there’s no one to save
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| Blood on my hands, the death
|
| (the closest are far away)
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| Of my enemies and my friends
|
| (but now there’s no one to save)
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| But with good intention
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| (the ghost of the human race)
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| No thought of how it ends
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| (now there’s no one to save) |