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Iron mask* |
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Clad in armor |
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Vast fear |
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Disguised as wisdom |
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In the end |
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The fortress falls |
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Nothing survives |
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That is false |
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[Mike:] |
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Constant desire for virtue, the higher |
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Achieve the right to judge our brethren with a smile |
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Distortion clinging salvation hangs on by a thread |
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To all we think we know |
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Illusions of what is gained |
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to be favored or disgraced |
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is to live in fear |
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no matter how we try |
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we walk the path alone |
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(Isamu) |
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cherished beliefs |
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dependant upon the past |
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the past and the future |
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phantoms in the now |
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overwhelmed with the struggle |
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try to achieve redemption |
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grapple with the values |
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of those who seek control |
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impressions of the righteous |
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such a pitiful waste create the seeds of hate |
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loss |
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gain |
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perpetuate |
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the mental tyrant |
