| Closing the struggle for sense and reason
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| Your eyes are wide open but you’re still not seeing
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| Doomed to fail through the choices you made —
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| A sentence of death, its yourself you betrayed
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| An empty shell set to rot and decay —
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| Pulled from the womb, taken straight to the grave…
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| Because you’re dead, dead, dead is what you are
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| Buried underground, you’re surrounded by skulls
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| Running scard, scared, scared is what you are
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| The trophies of your past are nothing but your scars
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| Because you’re dead, dead, dead is what you are
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| You can’t see through the shit when your head is up your arse
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| Running scared, scared, scared is what you are
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| Buried underground, you’re surrounded by skulls…
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| Taking strength from your faith, not reason
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| Seeking your solace in a failed religion
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| No escape from the oncoming storm —
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| The self-righteous path leads to hatred and scorn
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| I’ve seen your hate but there’s no time to mourn —
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| The funeral planned before the child is born…
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| Because you’re dead, dead, dead is what you are
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| Buried underground, you’re surrounded by skulls
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| Running scared, scared, scared is what you are
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| The trophies of your past are nothing but your scars
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| Because you’re dead, dead, dead is what you are
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| You can’t see through the shit when your head is up your arse
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| Running scared, scared, scared is what you are
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| Buried underground, you’re surrounded by skulls…
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| A lifetime believing, a wasted existence
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| A lifetime surrounded with no resistance
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| Accepting your faith, you’re the last to know —
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| Reality hits you as you’re dragged down below
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| Eternal slumber an honor bestowed —
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| We may have lost heart but we never let go…
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| Because you’re dead, dead, dead is what you are
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| Buried underground, you’re surrounded by skulls
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| Running scared, scared, scared is what you are
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| The trophies of your past are nothing but your scars
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| Because you’re dead, dead, dead is what you are
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| You can’t see through the shit when your head is up your arse
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| Running scared, scared, scared is what you are
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| Buried underground, you’re surrounded by skulls… |