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A million faces, each a million lies for each and all a chrome disguise prompts for action, force reaction embody promise in a sheen so pure. |
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Hurt, the measure of blind ambition, the testament to your singular disease. |
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Against all wisdom you heed no warning, your desires giving you away. |
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If I could change your mind, |
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I wouldn't save you from the path you wander. |
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In desperation dreams, any soul can set you free. |
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And I still hear you scream, in every breath, in every single motion. |
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Burning innocence, the fire to set you free. |
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Your actions turn conquest to dust. |
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In portents of fate, you foolishly place trust. |
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Sense fear in your broken breathing. |
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Resort to shadows till your body expires. |
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All creation has the promise of heaven, and still you travel the road to hell. |
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I'm saying nothing for the good of myself, but |
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I'm still talking and you're not listening. |
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If I could change your mind, |
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I wouldn't save you from the path you wander. |
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In desperation dreams, any soul can set you free. |
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And I still hear you scream, in every breath, in every single motion. |
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Burning innocence, the fire to set you free. |
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As night descends upon the city, the streets are cold, the lights go by. |
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And in the stories of the people, a million faces, a million lies. |
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They'll never say they feel what you feel, that they can see the world you see. |
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And in their faces, their expressions, a million faces, a million lies. |
