| Where all is lost and invaded
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| In a realm of dust and tarnished soil
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| Our minds and hearts outworn and jaded
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| Slowly turning to black as oil
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| Surpassed the filth of life once dear
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| Ventured far beyond hope and fear
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| With a sense of nothing drawing near
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| Where can one go from here?
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| No point left to go on from here…
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| For so long I knew the question
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| That in fear we dared not even ask
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| Hoping to never learn the answer
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| But it was out of our grasps…
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| Beyond worlds expired and graved
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| Past false hopes of being saved
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| Between life and death enslaved
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| We are the fallen
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| When all is lost and all is bound
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| In a broken world that keeps on turning
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| My feet still feel the ground
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| But my wings are already burning…
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| For now I know the answer
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| The one buried so deep beneath our shells
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| But now I know the answer
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| It will hurt like Hell
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| «The more we tried to hide, the clearer it became
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| Bashing down every door
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| And how can one prepare for a pain knowing
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| It will hurt like nothing before…» |