| Held up along this tattered path
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| Of your life and my death
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| Burn and bury the sense of neglect
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| And recover this condemned ghost
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| His book is covered in solid black
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| To hide the feelings inside
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| The silence is hidden in small print
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| Im trapped in this motionless room
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| Shattered into one million pieces
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| Of memories and consequences
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| Smoke and fog keeps you blinded by ignorance
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| Where, in this grim forest of sincerity
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| They’ve come to bury me in hollow ground
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| Granted your lust and dignity
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| Remain dwelling in the shadows of conformity
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| Wishing upon something so real to come to me
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| The darkest of eves and an aspect of reality
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| Until im in a graveyard |