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The dead walk |
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In the silent world |
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Oh, how the dead talk |
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With empty words |
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Redemption |
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By thought injection |
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And the dead march |
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To the voice of deception |
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This is now a new beginning |
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There will be no creation from chaos |
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No light at the end |
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Just a faint glimpse of the forgotten |
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Screaming |
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Overcome by silence |
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Suffocated |
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By the unspoken |
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And the dead walk |
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With no fear |
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And the dead fall |
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With the horrors of living |
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Murky demented eyes |
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Stare at the empty skies |
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Desperately searching for something |
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Something that once was there |
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It's too late for salvation |
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While falling to oblivion |
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We are doomed to stagnation |
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To witness the inverse creation |
