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Try to grasp something solid as hell unleashed upon our dying realm. |
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The sky comes falling down and buries the souls of thousands in pain and fear. |
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There will be no glimmer on the horizon tonight. |
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Smoke fills the air we breathe when another bullet digs a grave. |
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And we can't make it go away, this infinite pain. |
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Absent compassion left this world in dismay. |
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From high up in the sky, the moon and the stars watch our pitiful world fall apart. |
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Deteriorated. |
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Hell is unleashed upon this crying earth. |
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The sky comes falling down... |
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Comes falling down as we try to find shelter, as we try to survive. |
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Smoke fills our lungs and another tear runs down a bloodstained face. |
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Another bloodstained face. |
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The pain we inflict, the horror we create, the poison we spread, can we make it go away? |
