| Surfacing from the foul abysmal depths
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| Be at rest assured she will sing
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| To the world in a sweetened harmony
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| Without a falter in her means
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| As I bear witness to the flood
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| That’s justly pouring from her shawl
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| I know that soon we will swoon in the wrap
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| Of her staggering grace
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| Just simply melting from her breath
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| She is poisoning us with regret
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| For feeling comfort instead of dread
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| She has got the lead and she sees it
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| Lifting her arms
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| And just as we turn our backs to flee
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| Wretches tail her out of the sea
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| Coiling the running that shapes the flood
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| Where the burdened visions take our hands
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| The blood will fall
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| Higher forces please intervene
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| Stagnate this army and their queen
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| Opening up her chest, exposing prodding ribs
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| Swiftly gaining on our tracks, we’re wearing out
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| Atrocious has become this night of apathy
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| Not a cloud lays low to cover me
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| It’s apparent that our flesh is the destination
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| They’ll be feeding on for days
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| No one here lives to scream, no one but me
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| You sing the song, we shed the blood
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| Taunting us from the girders
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| Our bodies have become the flood
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| We have become the flood |