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The ashes of unrest do a dance under a cold sky |
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Fireflies, made from our demise |
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These shadow empires entombed |
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The ashes are all that's left of home |
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Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind |
| [00:58.17] |
Into a distant sky, to be spoken again |
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Screams of the flock |
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Cry out for design |
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This power of one |
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A savior to none |
| [01:18.49] |
These shadow empires entombed |
| [01:25.35] |
The ashes are all that's left of home |
| [01:32.39] |
Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind |
| [01:39.27] |
Into a distant sky, to be spoken again |
| [01:59.65] |
The skies open and paints a portrait with no use of color |
| [02:06.49] |
The ground reflects a world that has been torn asunder |
| [02:15.58] |
My home has been entombed under ashes |
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My only hope is to envision a new world |
