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Condemned ones void of any signs of life |
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Retribution of words to decide |
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Our hands with recklessness at our throats now |
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Affording disregard of these vessels encountered |
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Take pity on the precious hope |
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And what we construct with vigorous intent |
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We are the architects of suffering |
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Everything in a trail of desecration |
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Everything we have fought for thus far |
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Blueprint and design of our future held in our hands |
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Still on a path of self-destruction |
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Mark our words |
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There will be nothing left of this fabricated shell |
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Dismantled brick by brick |
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Consummate just one more fix |
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Another day withered away without justification |
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Falling apart anticipating to reconcile |
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Pacify and divert the bane of our existence |
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It seems the only way to abandon and deprive of reason |
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We can't spare ourselves the strain we bestow |
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Our bearing firm, self deprecation |
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Can we afford to defend our reality today? |
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Everything with a path of degradation |
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Everything we have paid for thus far |
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We are the architects of suffering |
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We are the architects of criminal desire |
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We are the architects of suffering |
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We are the architects of such imperfection |
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We are the architects of suffering |
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We are the architects of such imperfection |
