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Ashes to ashes, forever we fall down |
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With broken dreams we're blind to see |
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What twisted words they tell |
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In a sky that's without stars tonight |
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Where Nightmares grow so real |
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How far we fall, forever lost in broken concrete fields. |
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In a world that grinds so ceaselessly |
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Where the wheels of culture turn. |
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Where machines of hate speak hideously |
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And heaven's brightness burns |
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Offered up the fruits of slavery |
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Sown - the poisonous seeds of forgetting |
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Grow choking vines like bitter tragedies |
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And piercing thorns unseen. |
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And so runs the world away |
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On scriptured lies |
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The ash of memory |
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And so we fall away |
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On scriptured lies |
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The ash of memory. |
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In the withered tongues of love we'll speak |
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Our whisperhidden heresies |
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Ten thousand years of bondage |
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And their cultures black disease |
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May this bloodstained tale come to an end |
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Blessed are we who without hope at history's end |
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And we have buried what we have known of love |
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Come hollow eyes and unseen thoughts and brutal selfishness |
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And these scars of hate will never heal |
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These wounds that do bleed dry |
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Our mother earth condemned to die alone and she does cry |
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As we have grown deaf to the ceaseless roar |
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Of paradise burning forevermore |
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Choked with ash those dreams within us |
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Are waiting to be born |
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Let us speak of god |
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Let us speak of pain |
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Let us speak of suffering, sin and hate |
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Shut tight our eyes to their hollow lies |
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In this broken land of the dead |
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May silver tongue screams fall upon deaf ears |
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May the rivers of heaven run red |
