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When you tricked them into your condemned dream |
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You didn't know who would have control |
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Where it took seconds to shape fortunes |
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Your pains it weighed down hell |
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Spilling blood to cleanse the memories |
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That you know made you so frail |
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Empty eyes look through the barrel, sweating fingers on the gun |
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One push off the threshold to target sympathies |
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Just a broken statue and the world remains unchanged |
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So close and still no place where anything would end |
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Trapped between blooded walls |
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And the fight was there today |
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Fists breaking against the concrete |
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None to forgive no strength to run |
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How could it be how would it end? |
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When you wake up you wish them to cry |
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Fragments of this being fragments of its meaning to burn away |
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Suffocating in the grasp of this hate |
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Driven to fire your last round |
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Escape from the air and drown under the earth |
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Dead mirror by the wayside, nowhere to turn |
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An empty shell buried to the ground |
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Prepare yourself to forfait |
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Another saviour just another failure |
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Where bleak winds grind the surface |
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Fear and regret stain dim recollections |
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An act of rash solutions |
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Last one there, the broken statue |
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Built with hands that are bleeding |
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Empty eyes look through the shattered image |
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And their pain it weighs down hell |
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Spilling blood to cleanse the memories |
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That you know make you so frail |
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How could it be how would it end? |
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When you wake up they are holding your time |
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Fragments of this being fragments of its meaning |