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Torn of this land's disgrace |
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Too hungry to contain a future |
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The sun bathes my wounds with a veil of rage |
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It's rays dyed with the blood of our disrespect |
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Suffering for the wisdom long forgotten |
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The sound of bloodletting echoes on the wind |
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The suicide of drought for a faith destroyed |
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We starve with pride and glass in our throats |
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Harvest their return |
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Those who drive away the sun |
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The masks lay fallen, sheltered in the dust |
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Tearing our flesh amongst wolves |
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See how they run as we laugh |
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In lunar horizons there is understanding |
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Harvest their return |
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Carry my soul to the sun |
