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We are victims of dreams in our moment of truth |
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Like pawns of delusion marching onward confused |
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Illusions will die and love turn away |
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Who remembers the past with the rise of decay? |
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I prick all my fingers on the thorns of the beast |
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You undress me and kiss me as I hide in your sleep |
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Let petals of roses descend where I fall |
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As we dream of forever and the end of it all |
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(We are victims of fate in our second of life) |
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(Desperation is loyal as we doubt and confide) |
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(When life has renounced and faith has decayed) |
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(All the dreams that we dream will descend with today) |
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We are victims of worship in our trial of faith |
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Praise the mother of fiend-ship praise the father of hate |
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When the flowers have wilted with the last breath of prey |
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We imagine salvation and we murder today |
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Dedication and dreams are predestined to die |
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Falling gently to dust growing old and disguised |
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The words of my father still ring in my ears |
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Let the words of my murder be the last words you hear |