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It's all perpetual dreams, this hidden life ain't what it seems |
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Victims of misfortune and lies, and tortured bringers of demise |
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Walking dead we are |
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Circling above like vultures |
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They reap the harvest that we sew and take, like trusting fools |
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All days now disappear from weeks to months, from months to years |
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Promising charade |
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The night falls, |
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Forever bound, shackled to the wall |
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I've seen 1000 moons rising in the sky |
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The night calls, |
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I feel the midnight as it slowly cloaks my eyes |
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Touched by the kiss of the sunrise |
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Live with shadows and fears |
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Behind smoke and mirrors |
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Try to turn back the years |
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Living inside smoke and mirrors |
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Sacred and serpentine, a hypnotizing twisted theme |
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Weaves our souls to roar |
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Like candles in the wind, our echoed cries above the din |
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In the wheel of chance and fate, spinning as we watch and wait |
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Fade into this faceless sculpture |
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On the edge of sanity, we tread the seas of destiny |
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A mystery to us all |
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Forever bound, silent voices call |
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The night falls, |
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I've seen 1000 moons rising in the sky |
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I feel the midnight as it slowly cloaks my eyes |
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The night calls, |
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Touched by the kiss of the sunrise |
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Live with shadows and fears |
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Behind smoke and mirrors |
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Try to turn back the years |
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LivingInside smoke and mirrors |
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Live with shadows and fears |
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Try to turn back the years |
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Behind smoke and mirrors |
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Living inside smoke and mirrors |
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Ohh... the night calls |
