| Feel the pull from below
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| Twisting and blistered within
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| The unsaid or the back breaking weight
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| Carries us on into the onslaught
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| Of long failing dreams
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| The furthest from first light I’ve been
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| Is the will to suffer, to die for no other
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| The only path I care to tread
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| The one and only thing
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| Is in the constants of suffering
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| Onward, to meet our doom
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| This is our longest mile our deepest wound
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| Marching onward to face our doom
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| This is our longest mile, this is our deepest wound
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| Now embrace this feeling of hope
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| Anchored deep in our lifelines of filth
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| So timeless and vibrant yet moving below
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| We hold on for dear life in motions so slow
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| The one and only thing
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| Is in the constants of suffering
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| Our endless agony
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| Relentless for all to see
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| Onward, to meet our doom
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| This is our longest mile our deepest wound
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| Marching onward to face our doom
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| This is our longest mile, this is our deepest wound
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| Through the thick of thieves
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| And our trust worn thin
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| Moving forward in the face of regression
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| Our endless agony relentless for all to see
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| Onward, to meet our doom
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| This is our longest mile our deepest wound
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| Marching onward to face our doom
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| This is our longest mile, this is our deepest wound |