| At the heart of innocence
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| Outlooks torn and shadows trenched
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| Found a shelter from the wind once blowing hard
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| Fearsome stories laying claim of a beast no man can tame
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| The remains of shattered hopes and visions scarred
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| Yet another thorned embrace
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| As if all falls into place
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| On an ever-changing path to the unseen
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| Where defiace comes to feed
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| Captured struggle shall be freed
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| A new nightmare born with every waking dream
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| Day in and day out
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| Always at my side
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| By reason of doubt
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| Cannot bridge this great divide
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| Way in and way out
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| Crossing swords with pride
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| The odds you now shout
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| From the deadlocked halls inside
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| When the tide is on the turn
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| And the ropes around you burn
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| Cutting out the deadwood of the sightless host
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| Under mind-expanding skies
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| Failed conceptions cleanse the eyes
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| It is in moments of despair we live the most
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| Day in and day out
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| Always at my side
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| By reason of doubt
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| Cannot bridge this great divide
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| Way in and way out
|
| Crossing swords with pride
|
| The odds you now shout
|
| From the deadlocked halls inside
|
| Day in and day out
|
| Always at my side
|
| By reason of doubt
|
| Cannot bridge this great divide
|
| Way in and way out
|
| Crossing swords with pride
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| The odds you now shout
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| From the deadlocked halls inside |