| Welcome to the inside
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| The dim light of revolution personified
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| Where your god is an assortment of colors and lines
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| In the city some days I hear the train coming
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| Like a three fold Armageddon swallowing time
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| I feel the ocean coming alive
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| The rain falls like gunfire
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| And the sky falls apart
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| You are not who you say you are
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| I am counterfeit
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| We live on top of the most beautiful world
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| It’s not real, we’re running out of time as it is
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| I am counterfeit
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| Save your breath, save your breath
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| There are some places where the beauty does not reach
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| The rain storms flood the dead streets with innocent blood
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| Drowning your salvation in the undertow of your god
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| What have you become
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| I remember to tread water
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| I’m not breathing in
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| (Your sins show who you really are)
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| As I feel the ocean coming alive
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| I am less human inside
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| The streets run with the blood of the sanctified
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| Nothing has ever felt so cold as the silence tonight
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| In the city some days I hear the train coming
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| I am waiting to destroy this image of life
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| We live on top of the most beautiful world
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| It’s not real, we’re running out of time as it is
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| My name will crash these walls
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| And you will know my name is revolution
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| For the last time |