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Useless skies wander by the weight of a hand |
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Held down by the side which cannot stand |
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These walls cannot release what holds them back |
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We will never bleed again |
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Can you see the day as clearly as I do |
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Can you feel the pain as I burn alone |
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Will the world return the life I cannot live |
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Can you cleanse the stench of a dream gone wrong |
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Silence surrounds me |
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Piercing and shrieking |
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Haunting remains of days constructing veins |
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Sliding through time like endless roads of lust |
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Justifying praise |
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Right now is never enough |
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Still agreements remain |
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Regardless of the sense it makes |
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The placing of time |
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I see you burning life away |
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Falling aside the sorrow of a world gone black |
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Can you sense the core of the longing I am |
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Can you taste the tears falling down |
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I can never replace the things I once knew |
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This dream is a maze compressing my soul |
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Strangely life crushes the essence of time |
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The longing for detachment from conflicting signs |
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Water flowing strangely from the point of creation |
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And I will never see again |
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Can you see the day as clearly as I do |
|
Can you feel the pain as I burn alone |
|
Will the world return the life I cannot live |
|
Can you cleanse the stench of a dream gone wrong |
|
Can you sense the core of the longing I am |
|
Can you taste the tears falling down |
|
I can never replace the things I once knew |
|
This dream is a maze compressing my soul |
|
Useless skies wander by the weight of a hand |
|
Held down by the side which cannot stand |
|
These walls cannot release what holds them back |
|
We will never bleed again |
|
Can you see the day as clearly as I do |
|
Can you feel the pain as I burn alone |
|
Will the world return the life I cannot live |
|
Can you cleanse the stench of a dream gone wrong |
|
Silence surrounds me |
|
Piercing and shrieking |
|
Haunting remains of days constructing veins |
|
Sliding through time like endless roads of lust |
|
Justifying praise |
|
Right now is never enough |
|
Still agreements remain |
|
Regardless of the sense it makes |
|
The placing of time |
|
I see you burning life away |
|
Falling aside the sorrow of a world gone black |
