| like an anchor lies in ruins
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| deep in the ocean’s depths
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| unless we’re built from decay
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| and the whole world is caving in around you
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| what a luck that we let this happen
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| the aftermath won’t build our existence
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| you can look up the streets when this
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| has become our existence
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| through these firestorms and miseries
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| it leaves you empty from the inside out
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| and it’s up to us asking for our salvation
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| but we won’t be victorious
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| you’re asking yourself
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| you compromise your fucking misery
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| is this what you’re calling united
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| we will never change to remain
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| as i’m sitting and facing myself
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| the feeling of ignorance as my wishing well
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| with everlasting loneliness
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| i made sacrifices that no one could lift
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| i gave up on the world
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| no tomorrow no regrets
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| not even god can compare your inner strength
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| and you will sit on the ocean’s floor until the end
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| time and time again rise again
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| stucked in a bottomless pit hoping to stop falling and rise again time and time
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| again |