| We believe to be eternal until we face the point of no return
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| All state of grace is transient
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| All shall die and turn to ashes and dust
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| Desacralized, desensitized
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| We chasing the light just wishing to live a little more
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| It’s like a hole inside our chest
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| A clear cut bleeding, always open wide
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| To reach the apex of life is to walk in a vale of tears
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| Heavens still remain out of sight wherever we watch
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| To reach the apex of life is to walk in a vale of tears
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| We shine to finally dissolve in oblivion and be absolved through death
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| We’ve looked for strength through joy
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| Deprivation is all what we get
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| We’ve kept on trying to reach the stars
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| And deny mortality
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| We rise to better fall, condemned to rust and crumble for centuries
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| To behold the leftovers of our dreams now turn to smoking ruins
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| We ride the whirlwind of doom
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| A gigantic storm
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| Of cataclysmic and catastrophic proportions
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| It’s like a hole inside our chest
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| A clear cut bleeding, always open wide
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| To reach the apex of life is to walk in a vale of tears
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| Heavens still remain out of sight wherever we watch
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| To reach the apex of life is to walk in a vale of tears
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| We shine to finally dissolve in oblivion and be absolved through death |