| wake up everyone! |
| It’s not too late
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| to save the remnants of our hearts,
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| so stop giving up our last shot at love,
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| our only chance to find the meaning of the beat beneath the blood
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| we laugh at honor and are shocked to find knives in our backs
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| we follow those who cheat and steal
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| men without chests are making a comeback
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| our only compass smashed under our own heels
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| reason abandoned to appetites and addicts arms
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| shotguns and silence have always been the best of charms
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| wake up everyone! |
| it’s not too late
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| to save the remnants of our hearts,
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| so stop giving up our last shot at love,
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| our only chance to find the meaning of the beat beneath the blood
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| we laugh at honor and are shocked to find knives in our backs
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| we champion those who cheat and steal
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| men without chests are making a comeback
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| our only compass smashed under our own heels, under our iron will
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| the abolition of man is within the reach of science
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| but are we so far gone that we’ll try it? |