| The walls come crashing inward
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| We bleed from an open wound
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| We feed upon the broken
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| Saturated with fears
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| As were stricken by years
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| Stare idle to lifeless oceans
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| I won’t be defined by failures…
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| Of the hypnotized
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| Fade into desperation
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| Cast out and ostracized
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| The rapture so relentless
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| From the mouths of serpents falling, I watched tomorrow die (Watched tomorrow
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| die)
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| All hope is buried in the past
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| Bleed for the absolution
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| Desire tears at the will
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| I can’t be forced to empathize with the masses
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| The son of apathy
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| I won’t be defined by failures…
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| Of the hypnotized
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| Fade into desperation
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| Cast out and ostracized
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| The rapture so relentless
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| From the mouths of serpents falling, I watched tomorrow die (Watched tomorrow
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| die)
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| All hope is buried in the past
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| So look down the end of a barrel
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| Pray for an escape (For an escape)
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| Before the curtain hits the cast
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| Grieve for the death of creation
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| While you bleed for the depth or your illusion
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| From the mouths of serpents falling, I watched tomorrow die (Watched tomorrow
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| die)
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| All hope is buried in the past
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| So look down the end of a barrel
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| Pray for an escape (For an escape)
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| Before the curtain hits the cast |