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May the price of your heaven be this hell... |
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So we wander through all that is |
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Born up from shadows and lies |
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And everything that I have not |
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Is stained black with the blood of the blind |
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Whether chains of enslavement in silver |
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Or the glitter of the gilded cage |
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Are no less the bars between us |
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And our dreams as we march to the grave |
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In the horrors that breathe, of all that will be |
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Let us fear not the lies that they speak |
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Lest we are condemned to die on our knees |
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As dusk descends so all this must end |
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Let us lift up our hearts and become |
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The nameless damned, will you join the dance? |
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Of their culture's poisonous song |
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Let night begin, the winds whisper in |
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The echoing absence surrounds |
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To claim the means to sever the strings |
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To the myths to which we are bound |
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So we reach for the stars above us |
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For tomorrow may never come |
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And everything that I am not |
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Is the price of this world come undone |
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We are washed of the sins of the fathers |
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In the tears of the wounded and lost |
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And if we are the last of the loving |
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May their empires crumble to dust |
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If our hearts must weep for that should be |
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Let us fear not the worlds, which we seek |
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If all this must end then mourn not the ruins beneath |
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The names of the dead, whispered in tongues |
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Voices lie still, songs left unsung |
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Bury these words in ashes and blood |
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For here lie the worlds of dreamers; |
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Uncharted, decayed - unloved |
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If our hearts must break and we bear the scars |
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Then blind us in darkness to blot out the stars |
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And carve our tomorrows in the flesh of the past |
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So tear off this veil of humanity, |
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Surrender our pain at last. |
