| One last time, the timeless reflection
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| Can your eyes decide who stands before you?
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| Fate or lies? |
| The edge of the mirror
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| Who decides the path that’s laid before us?
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| The answer lies within the lies
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| Paved with the corpses of those who stood by
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| Hear the chorus!
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| The hymns of the dying
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| The world has drowned in blood
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| We are unmourned, the divine forgotten
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| Nothing for us
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| The promised dawn is but a fake
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| Hear the chorus!
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| Screaming justice for their names
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| The orchestration of our sacrifice
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| We’re led in shackles of our own invention
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| We’re both the masters and the slaves
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| We wear the scars
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| Fate or lies? |
| Who decides?
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| The seeds of delusion
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| Nothing’s for us
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| The promised dawn is ours to take
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| We are the chorus!
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| The songs reflect the ancient ways
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| The orchestration of this hell is mine
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| I am the weaver of this grand illusion
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| I am the savior of your kind
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| And I alone |