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Throw myself into the swarm just to take revenge on the severed survivors |
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I close my eyes and hope that somehow it is dead |
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The hopeless, the wounded, the survivors take their toll |
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Run fast through the wake |
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Remaining glimpses of what could have been |
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But I still break when the truth hits the light of day |
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The sirens are screaming for my blood |
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It's all up to you |
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As I walk into the edge |
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Why are you sorry for this world? |
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Why can't you get it right? |
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And I know I'm running out of hope... |
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Waiting for the red, I strike out at you |
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Don't walk away, don't fade from my life, because I need the embrace |
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We're still running out of time |
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If I burnt out my eyes, would I then see regret? |
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Cut down the other side of my apology |
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This audience is not how it seems |
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No rain falling, the clouds move aside |
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And I wonder how I have never noticed this light upon my face |
