| Dark winter
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| Necrotic
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| Seems this will never end
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| Transgressions
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| My burdens are forever
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| Denial
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| Holding on
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| Its grip, it chokes the life
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| Of what was and will be
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| The eternal present
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| Who of you will dare to sit in the throne?
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| Who of you will dare?
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| You keep hanging this over me
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| Like a sword over Damocles
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| My life held by a thread and it's starting to sway
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| Like a sword over Damocles
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| Declension
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| This poison
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| The power killing me
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| Detachment
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| Who am I?
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| What have I done?
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| The violence
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| Full of hate
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| The habit of our sins
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| Atonement buried in an unmarked grave
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| Who of you will dare to sit in the throne?
|
| Who of you will dare?
|
| You keep hanging this over me
|
| Like a sword over Damocles
|
| My life held by a thread and it's starting to sway
|
| Like a sword over Damocles
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| Is it all you hoped for?
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| Is it all that you dreamed?
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| Is it all you hoped for?
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| Feel the weight being king
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| Is it all you hoped for?
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| Feel the weight being king
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| Who of you will dare to sit in the throne?
|
| Who of you will dare?
|
| You keep hanging this over me
|
| Like a sword over Damocles
|
| My life held by a thread and it's starting to sway
|
| Like a sword over Damocles
|
| You keep hanging this over me
|
| Like a sword over Damocles
|
| My life held by a thread and it's starting to sway
|
| Like a sword over Damocles |