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The torment of your lies tumble onto, |
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The torment of your lies tumble onto me, |
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The torment of your lies tumble onto me, |
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Tumbles onto me like an avalance tumbles onto me like an avalance TO KILL |
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Slowly the day will down. |
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Walking alone with no one endless guilt. |
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Forever we die, time is not heres, not near. |
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The beginning. |
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Which brings us further from the truth and into history's. |
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Path and what we call hope is nothing but a selfish lie, or individual suggestions. |
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Strokes of a brush fades away as the wind blows as the water hits the sand broken. |
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Memories of a time forgotten, some called a dying wish. |
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Or some called everyday a dying dream. |
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Life TO KILL. |
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Slowly the day will drown. |
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Walking alone, forever we die, time is not. |
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Here not near the beginning, walking alone broken dreams hearts broken, hearts sinking. |
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A sky that once was grey now turns as black as night. |
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As our heart are broken, our hearts, are sinking, |
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Our hearts fucking dying from eternity drips from your fingers. |
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The time of every action to rest upon your shoulders. |
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With every action it comes to rest upon your. |
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Shoulders upon your shoulders. |
