| Hollow self indulgence leading the way
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| In the wake of intent that day
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| At the fault line, at the fault line we were
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| Searching for answers
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| Filthy crimes, power play
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| Grasping for our lessons overthrown
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| Lessons overthrown
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| What you’ve gone and done now
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| It’s hard to get over
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| Events of the past have carried
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| A lasting grudge toward a pure heart
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| I’m calling out a false hero
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| Lay your plans, I’ll play Rome
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| False martyr, take a stand, lay your plans
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| With broken heart, I’ve finally become a man
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| Past the sights and the sound
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| Cloak and dagger are found
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| No wonder here, just an echo resounding
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| Hardship owns all that remains
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| Red queen, a fallen knight on the way that day
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| At the fault line, at the fault line we were
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| Searching for answers
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| Filthy crimes, power play
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| Grasping for our lessons overthrown
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| Lessons overthrown
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| Caught in the act, right in our midst
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| A snake in the grass, as night fell on my soul
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| Caught in the act, right in our midst
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| A snake in the grass, no honor |