| Turn around my friend
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| And watch it all go down
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| With your heart, with your mind — let it sink
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| Believing your thoughts soon will migrate
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| To a place where your soul is a storm
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| The insight still make you aquiver
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| The ethereal glow of the master
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| Who controls all your imminent thoughts
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| Is consuming your way to salvation, heed…
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| As fire breaks the dawn
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| Pervasive hatred
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| Now intruding your inner reluctance
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| Wuthering days are
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| Extending your breakdown
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| Lash out
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| As the thorns keep piercing your soul
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| Washed out
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| As the crown of your conscience turns cold
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| Greeting somber ages to come
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| Speeding through chambers of delusions
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| Summoning the ghosts of ourselves
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| The aurora of our blind faith
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| It is me but if s you that I feel
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| The shivers are constant but soothing
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| The love for the order of sins
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| If s faithful but still it is spreading disease
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| Pervasive hatred
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| Now intruding your inner reluctance
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| Wuthering days are
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| Extending your breakdown
|
| Lash out
|
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul
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| Washed out
|
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold
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| Greeting somber ages
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| Lash out
|
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul
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| Washed out
|
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold
|
| Greeting somber ages to come
|
| Lash out
|
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul
|
| Washed out
|
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold
|
| Greeting somber ages
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| Lash out
|
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul
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| Washed out
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| As the crown of your conscience turns cold
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| Greeting somber ages to come |