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Long days have been thereafter |
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Inching forward closer into the fires |
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Of self-indulgence of an empire wasted |
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Outside it's falling from it's grace |
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Is this all we have to show |
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The falling of a dynasty of sacred |
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Out of past into unkown |
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It's in the cards but it's out of my hands |
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Bleeding dry of any truth and any substance |
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Drowned out and left to make us beg |
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For something more than a thrill instantaneous |
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The white noise paints us black again |
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Is this all we have to show |
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The falling of a dynasty of sacred |
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Out of past into unkown |
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It's in the cards but it's out of my hands |
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Faded now behold |
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I stand before a dim lit sky |
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Only time now can tell me of a way |
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I can find |
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Some methodical procedure that can fill my soul |
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Empty out the blackness and fill the hole |
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Get me back on axis and out of the cold |
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Leave me now to bring back the days of old |
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How can we go so easily from classics |
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To all times of low |
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No shame to show only our greed |
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Taking the life from our own |
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Bloodflow that once fueled the fires of all |
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Every now and then |
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I see it all |
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For what it's worth |
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Empties out the blackness and fills the hole |
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Gets me back on axis and out of the cold |
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Leaves me now to bring back the days of old |
