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When you embody all the silence |
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that make us proud |
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I walk like death through your gates, |
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and thunders light. |
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A sound and our world is gone. |
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It's a sound that burns lies |
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and weakness of might... |
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It's a sound that goes down |
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with the scent of the mortal divine. |
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It's the vengeance of tears |
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cleaning all of your smears. |
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It's a promise of fear |
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for the rebels who live. |
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Gone with the world without a cry. |
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It's a crime |
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That we can go on |
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and nothing goes wrong. |
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We're slowly down. |
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What have we done living just like parasites? |
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They watched my tears |
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and looked inside him |
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and slowly down |
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As we're collecting the remains of a tragic life |
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I look in your eyes and in no time we're paralyzed. |
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A sound and our world is gone. |
