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Death is silent |
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It hides high in the night's confinement |
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Vile and violent |
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Minding a time to try us |
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And remind us |
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That we cry when time is denied us |
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To incite this |
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Fear of death inside us |
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Death is spineless |
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It will find men that you confide in |
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and confine them in asylum |
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Make those that you dine with and reside with |
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the same lives that you will pine for in silence |
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Death is mindless |
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Nevermind the genotype or phylum |
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It's designed to find and defile us |
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From afar, Senegal to Riker's Island |
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Deaths not confined to latitude lines or mileage |
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Death is timeless |
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Theres no sense to fight with |
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The violent nihilist |
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Binding the eyes of the lifeless |
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But such that life is aligned with |
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Death's assignment |
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Don't let it define you, you define it |