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Fear of the sacred |
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We're blurring lines between the real and the fake here. |
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And so I scream, "Return to me. |
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Return to me. Return to me." |
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Breathe slowly; take shallow breaths |
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So I shut you down; there's nothing left |
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Why are all the saints sick of governing |
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the knowledge that we're insane? |
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Dear body, come to haunt me |
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We drive ourselves through the fire's light |
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"Free me," said the man on fire. |
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"Release me to the higher. |
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Fighting certainty I know, I won't regret this." |
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"Find me," said the man on fire. |
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"Release me to the higher. |
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Forever in the dark alone, forgotten." |
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My passion must be frightening |
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I just shout to the dark |
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And all I have is screaming |
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I see paranoia, dark is calling me |
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All the voices of the souls that used to be |
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I must find a way to drown out the sound |
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I must find a way to drown out the sound |
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"Free me," said the man on fire. |
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"Release me to the higher. |
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Fighting certainty I know, I won't regret this." |
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"Find me," said the man on fire. |
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"Release me to the higher. |
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Forever in the dark alone, forgotten." |
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Set me alight, for I am losing it. |
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Set me alight, for I am losing it. |
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Set me alight, for I am losing it. |
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Set me alight, for I am losing it. |
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Fear of the sacred |
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We're blurring lines between the real and the fake here. |
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And so I scream, "Return to me. |
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Return to me. Return to me." |
