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And I shall your eyes |
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Into tears |
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When all that's left |
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Are the hollows of devotion |
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And, out of vision |
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We shall bring |
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The void |
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Crowned with hoods |
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And crying with hope |
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Eagle on arm |
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And terror in eye |
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Resist and struggle |
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Your faith is a lie |
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And, the death of dreams |
|
Shall be a beautiful end |
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With flowers of filth |
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And wine and fine men |
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Certains slips of the tongue |
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Are laced with disappointment |
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With disappointment |
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From start to end |
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Confront me with your dream |
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And lives so cruel I curse |
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And, I shall turn your eyes |
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Into tears |
|
When all that's left |
|
Are the hollows of devotion |
|
And, out of vision |
|
We shall bring |
|
The void |
|
Crowned with hoods |
|
And crying with hope |
|
And, the death of dreams |
|
Shall be a beautiful end |
|
With flowers of filth |
|
And wine and fine men |
