| Redeem me now that I have lost
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| Now, what have I gained from this?
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| This is a curse for me
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| Still I long to be set free
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| The self is set on fire
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| Out comes the exit
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| Like a serpent sun
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| The flames break loose
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| Release me now that doom is here
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| I will never settle for anything less
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| Than the truth in this great divide
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| The self is set on fire
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| Out comes the exit
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| Like a serpent sun
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| The flames break loose
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| Eruptions of red leave scars upon the scars
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| Vultures circle overhead, starving to pick the bones we leave
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| In this wasteland I lie deathless in the sand
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| Redeemed to form evil once again
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| O heroic, deliver me, let me outlive this
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| In the wake of collisions
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| This is our time to rise, through adversity
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| In the wake of collisions
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| Deploy me now that hope remain
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| Now that we filled once again
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| This fate comes easy for me again
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| O heroic, deliver me, let me outlive this
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| In the wake of collisions
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| This is our time to rise, through adversity
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| In the wake of collisions
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| You bastard
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| Eruptions of red
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| Now desolation comes as my paradise
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| This is my time to rise
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| Upon the tyrant throne
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| You bastard
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| Desolation
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| You ride the answer you make me tell
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| Eruptions of red
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| You reap |