| This is a dead man’s vision we face
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| Thinly laced with promise and hate
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| Diluted and slaughtered
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| By frost bitten conductors
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| A heartless dissection of grace
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| Nailed down and force fed lies
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| Soldiers steadfast, defeating the design
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| We bare these storms
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| With fists held tight
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| This our last lifeless winter
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| Hidden in white
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| We bare these storms
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| With fists held tight
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| This our final hour
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| Hidden in white
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| Now sink your teeth into the cold
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| And sign away to the brand
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| A bastard mold
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| Is there and end in sight,
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| Choked blind by the bright
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| Deceitful light
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| Nailed down and force fed lies
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| Soldiers advance, defeating the design
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| We bare these storms
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| With fists held tight
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| This our last lifeless winter
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| Hidden in white
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| We bare these storms
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| With fists held tight
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| This our final hour
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| Hidden in white
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| And so unfolds, this bottomless drop
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| Bound to this path by blood
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| We spit right back, back in the face
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| Of the faithless (of the faithless)
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| We bare these storms (we bare these storms)
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| With fists held tight
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| This our last lifeless winter
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| Hidden in white (hidden in white)
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| We bare these storms
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| With fists held tight (with fists held tight)
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| This our final hour
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| Hidden in white
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| Hidden in white
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| Hidden in white
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| Hidden in white |