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An abstract living dream |
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Of a cardboard cut-out meaning |
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Vivid highs and vibrant lies |
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Of a slowly tearing seam |
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We are the plague, these are bleeding souls |
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(It's our time, it's our time to rise up) |
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We need a change, I find that there's a hole inside us all |
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(Hole inside us all) |
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Hearts made of wood |
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You pile into your fire |
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Burn down your white washed walls |
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So you appreciate the roof that falls |
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We are the plague |
| [01:38.145] |
These are bleeding souls |
| [01:40.255] |
We need a change |
| [01:42.025] |
We are bleeding |
| [01:44.355] |
We are the plague, these are bleeding souls |
| [01:48.420] |
(It's our time, it's our time to rise up) |
| [01:52.157] |
We need a change, I find that there's a hole inside us all |
| [02:02.313] |
Terminal viruses |
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Fluctuating through |
| [02:06.438] |
An Immaculate portrait of perfection |
| [02:10.539] |
Mutations progress inside a world in distress |
| [02:14.391] |
You can't escape the deception |
| [02:22.459] |
A catastrophic progression |
| [02:30.563] |
This is the end of an era |
| [02:36.558] |
This is the start of a new |
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Hearts made of wood |
| [02:51.236] |
You pile into your fire |
| [02:55.868] |
As you dance around |
| [02:59.623] |
Dizzy you fall asleep |
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Kaleidoscope eyes |
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Stare through stained glass windows |
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Burn them alive, just to see the embers tremble |
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Starlight is only bright |
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When the sky is clear |
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When the sky is clear |
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We fill our lungs |
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(We fill our lungs) |
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We fill our lungs with the smog |
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And hold our breath, until we disappear |
