| We pried open The Door to Nowhere
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| What we saw in the chamber
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| Stripped the face from my skull
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| And twisted my bones around
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| Small minds, fragile minds
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| Pulling apart pieces of themselves
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| Drums, drums
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| I hear drums in the deep
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| The solemn silence
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| Of a heart counting its beats
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| Blinded brother there is no light left
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| Of the torch you used to hold
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| Lose another day or year down here
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| While the darkness makes you old
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| Every day I try running from each night
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| But they are gaining on me
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| The box that held this pestilence
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| Now lies shattered at my feet
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| Blinded brother there is no light left
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| Of the torch you used to hold
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| Lose another day or year down here
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| While the darkness makes you old
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| The river of life is found across the valley of death
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| Blinded brother there is no light left
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| Of the torch you used to hold
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| Lose another day or year down here
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| While the darkness makes you old
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| Blinded brother
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| Lose another |