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These are the pictures |
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These are the feelings from the front line |
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Living in silence |
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Feeling the deafness like heavy smoke |
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Smiling with strangers |
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Counting the days like a spring coiled up inside |
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Welcome to your future |
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Welcome to your book of lies |
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Fingers crawl through pages |
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Nothing changes, living here |
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Inertia - no wish to move at all |
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Inertia - everything's a stone wall |
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Inertia - history lets you die |
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A ragged pile of silent accusers |
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Smell the blood of strangers here |
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No eyes, no ears, no smell, no taste |
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The mouth of the maggot is full of this place |
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Murdered conscience, the pressure is crushing heads |
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Like paper lanterns now |
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Unbreakable grip, a dead hand driving us |
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Forward to the end |
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Kicking through the traces |
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A thousand years from now |
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Inertia - no wish to think at all |
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Inertia - everything's a stone wall |
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Inertia - history lets you die |
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Inertia - no wish to move at all |
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Inertia - everything's a stone wall |
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Inertia - history lets you die |
