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Behind these burning walls of silence |
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Rising up the loneliness and shame |
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Come between us through this mighty winter's rain |
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With hearts of stone their souls are filled with darkness |
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Marching, killing no respect at all |
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The human race is watching passively the show |
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Hoping to find some peace of mind |
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Visions of pleasure are so far away |
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The silent faces, they are calling through the night |
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To find their way, their promise land. |
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Tiny breaks of time are hard and twisted |
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Scared eyes and feelings full of sweat |
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The usual lie is almost certain what you get |
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Faith abandons dreams and nameless whispers |
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We turn the page of our destructive lives |
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Get and bring the chance for someone to return |
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Suffocate for resurrection |
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Deep inside their minds are lying dead |
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Destination is the promised land |