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Standing in the space |
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That holds the silent lace of night away from you |
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You think that you can hold |
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The searing, molten gold between your fingers |
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But it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes |
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Exposing the white of a knuckle |
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Flesh and metal forming letters in the mould |
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Cradling your gun |
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After choosing the ones you think should die |
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Lying on the hill |
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Crawling over the windowsill into your living-room |
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They stare out, glass-eyed aimless heads |
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Bodies torn by vultures |
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You are the man whose hands are rank with the smell of death |
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Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak |
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Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace |
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Ah, but it is the only way you know |
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Looking out to sea |
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A flattened plane of weeds which bears no living |
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You crush life in your fist |
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As your heart is kissed by the lips of death |
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Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you |
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In the night they steal your eye from its socket |
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And the ball hangs fallen on your cheek |
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Complaining tongues are stilled |
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A thousand mouths are filled with rusting metal |
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Your face a shade of green |
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Somehow you try to speak through all the garbage in your mouth |
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But it won't come out |
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And you cannot frame the words as your stepson |
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Throws your fame into the flames and you are burned |
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Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak |
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Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace |
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Ah, but it is the only way you know |
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Live by sword and you shall die so |
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All your power shall come to nought |
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Every life you take is part of your own |
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Death, not power, is what you've bought |
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Cringing in your room |
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Now the outriders of doom step on your threshold |
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Begging for your life |
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As the impartial knife sinks in your screaming flesh |
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Without malice, merely taking murder's toll |
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You must pay the price of hate |
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And that price is your soul |
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Live in peace or die forever in your war-room |