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We leave the shores to see the mountains rising |
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A distant impression growing |
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This judgment creates the pain we hold |
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Destructive intentions that serve no purpose |
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But the end of us all |
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These vultures from the past, coming |
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In all the hells and worlds, the time has come |
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Delivered from their eyes |
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Embrace, suffer, destroy - the gift of guilt |
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The shame and sorrow, self-condemnation |
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Fell all the gaps and the spaces, unyielding |
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Bestowed upon us, devastating power |
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We're building connective tissue to a maze of lies |
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We're left as starving orphans |
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The vital core is gone |
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Our sins are all over and over again we swallow |
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We're sick and tired when this wind blows |
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The reflex is insane |
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We must forgive and stop blaming ourselves for this love |
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These vultures from the past, coming |
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In all the hells and worlds, the time has come |
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Delivered from their eyes |
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I'm leaving this behind - the gift of guilt |