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The gloves have been removed |
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Lets see it to the end |
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May the better man prevail |
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With hopes that we can bring |
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Some closure to this nightmare |
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Never speak of this again |
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They say kill your idols |
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Yet idols are the source of inspiration |
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With one exception |
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When the chosen prove to be |
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Everything but what they are |
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Slipping through the cracks |
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Creating peace of mind |
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Quaintly slithers down your back |
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Undetected, creeps behind |
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Siphoning the very structure |
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Built upon false pretenses |
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Crumbled reality |
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Welcomes lividity |
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It's becoming real |
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Let's put a stop to this |
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The past reveals |
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What you have become |
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A boundless black oasis |
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Consuming swelling scorn |
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A helpless apparition |
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Refusing to make right |
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What's been destroyed by your hand |
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When all has been forsaken |
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I will be the one |
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To hold you to this promise |
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This war has come to you |
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There will no longer be carnage |
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In the house of brothers |
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This game of smoke and mirrors |
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Has been revoked |
