| Slaving for my solace of mind
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| Digging in the sand until there’s blood on my hands
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| Careless to the state I’m in, I’ve so long been alone
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| I’ve so long been alone, I can’t go on
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| Rain down, rain down and cleanse my soul
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| Flow like a river
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| Forging insight by pagan torchlight
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| In cadence warlike, we draw tears from the sky
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| Because the well’s run dry
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| Rain down, rain down and cleanse my soul
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| Flow like a river
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| I’ve spread out my seed, it’s gone in all directions
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| It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy
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| And heaven has been swallowed by the desert
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| In a drought without submission, not a cloud in the sky
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| This course keeps getting harder the more I try
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| And I dig up dry bones, and the corpses cry
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| As they open their eyes to see the world’s decay
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| This world’s a tomb
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| There’s a clamor in my heart and it’s over
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| Where is my prize
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| It’s over
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| Where is my prize, my promised prize?
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| Forging insight by pagan torchlight
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| In cadence warlike, we draw tears from the sky
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| Rain down, rain down and cleanse my soul
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| Flow like a river |