| Tell me something, am I a false prophet?
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| In the dark space they will find remains
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| Bizarre shapes of my mistakes
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| They’ve built my castle of razorblades
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| Why can’t you see that we’re bleeding but still believing
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| There is the way to break the cycle, so we keep digging
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| Why can’t you see that we’re bleeding but still believing
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| There is the way to break the cycle
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| Although the words remain unsaid
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| I am the one who breaks the chains
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| Until the last drop cuts the stone
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| Until the sacred blessing’s gone
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| We’re shooting stars in outer space
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| So let us burn, it’s our fate
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| Tell me something, am I a false prophet?
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| In the dark space they will find remains
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| Bizarre shapes of my mistakes
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| They’ve built my castle of razor blades
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| Why can’t you see that we’re bleeding but still believing
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| There is the way to break the cycle, so we keep digging
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| We’re shooting stars in outer space
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| So let us burn, it’s our fate
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| We are lost in these mazes, mazes
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| Trying to find our traces, traces
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| Trying to find the love
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| But that’s not enough
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| I know there must be something more
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| Maybe it stands right behind the gate
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| Of my castle of razorblades
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| I’ve built my castle of razorblades
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| I’ve built my castle |