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Take away all of this pain, |
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Life feels like it's all in vain, |
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Life feels like it's all in vain, |
| [00:21.80] |
Blindingly it seeps through the trees, |
| [00:26.74] |
Burning bright subconscious streams, |
| [00:29.11] |
Falling light dismantled dreams. |
| [00:32.22] |
We are too far gone, |
| [00:35.54] |
We are too far gone, |
| [00:39.43] |
We are too far gone, |
| [00:42.46] |
We were never meant to make it this far. |
| [00:45.84] |
We are too far gone, |
| [00:49.37] |
We are too far gone, |
| [00:52.87] |
We are too far gone, |
| [00:55.37] |
We were never meant to make it this far. |
| [01:00.56] |
I feel the rage, |
| [01:03.81] |
And it burns the pages, |
| [01:07.68] |
Of all these yesterdays. |
| [01:13.50] |
We are all damaged and wrong, |
| [01:18.56] |
Like to sing for death alone, |
| [01:21.06] |
Like to sing for death alone, |
| [01:23.75] |
Hope has gone cold with it's cause, |
| [01:28.62] |
Lost inside it's every flaw, |
| [01:31.37] |
Life is finally swallowed raw |
| [01:34.62] |
We are too far gone, |
| [01:38.31] |
We are too far gone, |
| [01:38.75] |
We are too far gone, |
| [01:43.87] |
We were never meant to make it this far. |
| [01:47.75] |
I feel the rage, |
| [01:52.22] |
And it burns the pages, |
| [01:55.47] |
Of all these yesterdays. |
| [02:02.28] |
I'm covered fast, |
| [02:06.07] |
In the falling ashes, |
| [02:09.26] |
Of all these yesterdays. |
| [02:15.54] |
|
| [02:40.58] |
With the end in sight, |
| [02:41.46] |
I clench what's left of light, |
| [02:44.20] |
Press it against my head, |
| [02:47.20] |
And dream of the color red |
| [02:51.02] |
With the end in sight, |
| [02:53.89] |
I clench what's left of light, |
| [02:57.33] |
Press it against my head, |
| [03:00.58] |
And dream of the color red |
| [03:04.08] |
I feel the rage, |
| [03:07.11] |
And it burns the pages, |
| [03:10.30] |
Of all these yesterdays. |
| [03:17.24] |
I'm covered fast, |
| [03:18.80] |
In the falling ashes, |
| [03:23.86] |
Of all these yesterdays. |
| [03:30.18] |
I feel the rage, |
| [03:33.43] |
And it burns the pages, |
| [03:37.55] |
Of all these yesterdays. |
| [03:43.94] |
I'm covered fast, |
| [03:47.22] |
In the falling ashes, |
| [03:50.60] |
Of all these yesterdays. |
| [03:57.32] |
We are too far gone, |
| [04:00.51] |
We are too far gone, |
| [04:03.95] |
We are too far gone, |
| [04:06.32] |
We were, never meant to make it this far. |