| I’ve poured my soul into this dream of mine
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| Kindred we are alive
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| Angels lend me thy wings
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| So I can take flight
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| This is my release
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| This is everything I believe in
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| I won’t be broken down
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| Tears collect in a sea of lost dreams
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| I still can’t believe that I know anything
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| I descend into pleas of reprieve
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| And I can’t turn around
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| Nothing is sacred and nothing’s unheard of
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| In a scene where thieves breed in murder
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| We’ll burn this complex to the ground
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| We’ll burn this complex to the ground
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| You can’t breathe inside my mind
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| There is no air
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| It’s not that I don’t trust you
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| I just know that you’re better than that
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| You can’t breathe inside my mind
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| There is no air
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| It’s not that I don’t trust you
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| Not that I don’t trust you
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| We’ve gotta make up our minds
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| Because we’re running out of time
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| We’re running out of time
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| Do you not know that we will judge angels?
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| Do you not know that saints will judge the world?
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| Do you not know that we will judge angels?
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| Do you not know that saints will judge the world?
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| Tears collect in a sea of lost dreams
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| I still can’t believe that I know anything
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| I descend into pleas of reprieve
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| And I can’t turn around
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| Nothing is sacred and nothing’s unheard of
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| In a scene where thieves breed in murder
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| We’ll burn this complex to the ground
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| We’ll burn this complex to the ground
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| Show me something
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| Show me something real
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| Show me something
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| Show me anything
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| Show me something
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| Show me something real
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| Show me something
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| Show me anything real
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| Show me anything real
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| Show me anything real
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| Show me something
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| Show me something
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| Show me something
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| This entropy is steeply seeping into me
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| And anything resembling empathy is lost to infamy
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| And I am sickened, watching men kill children
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| Feeding on the lesser weakened fragments
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| This broken humanity is sin |