| We’re all just singing along to the same tired beats and hollow songs,
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| as if there’s nothing wrong
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| These are familiar games
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| They’re well rehearsed on a well worn stage
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| And everyone is lining up with dead salutes and lifeless priase
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| The actors are all droning on and underneath said tired song
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| A battered throat, attempts to choke, and make a sound that’s been gone for too
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| long
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| If tonight is all we’ll ever know, then tonight I’m ripping flesh from bone
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| I’m slashing throats from ear to ear
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| I’m screaming so the deaf can hear
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| (Tonight) is all we’ll ever know
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| (Tonight) I’m ripping flesh from bone
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| (Tonight) slashing throats from ear to ear
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| (Tonight) screaming so the deaf can hear
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| Tonight is all we know
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| These are familiar games, they’re well rehearsed on a well worn stage
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| Battered throats forever choke, to take back everything that’s been taken away
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| We take back everything
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| These are the anthems for all your darkest days, get used to them they may not
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| go away
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| These are the lullabies for all your sleepless nights
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| This is a latter to you hidden in plain sight
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| (Tonight) is all we’ll ever know
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| (Tonight) I’m ripping flesh from bone
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| (Tonight) slashing throats from ear to ear
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| (Tonight) screaming so the deaf can hear
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| So lock your doors, bar your windows, learn to love the solitude, run and hide |