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Through times |
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I thought of what we created |
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For greater causes that brought us down to this |
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The ground is shaking from all the people below |
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One thing |
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I've learned from this is, |
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What you reap is what you sow |
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In elderly forms and surroundings |
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In the flesh of spirits incarnated |
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They are here for the hate forgotten |
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A rearview mirror to all lost souls |
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A slow burn shattered the field |
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Pain through body fire drained vein |
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Walk down to the watchtower |
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And with the right kind of eyes |
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See waves roll in and over |
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Never could you see the watermark |
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Man marches through the rust and dust |
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The burning fields will soon be ashes |
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Bodies woven in smoke and skin |
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And clouds descend to the sea |
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I see the bonds that tie belief |
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For this I choose to sink |
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Walk down to the watchtower |
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And with the obscure shapes |
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See smoke roll in and over |
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Never will we see the lights |