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We loathe the darkness that we're breathin' |
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We fear the hole that we live in |
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There's sadness sadder than can be spoken |
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There's emptiness emptier than worth knowing |
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We cry with a pain that won't show it's face |
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A great sorrow that will never leave this place |
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Pray, but don't except salvation |
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The end holds nothing but deflation |
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In fear we invent Gods and governments |
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To hide we invent Gods and governments |
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Behind lies a truth that's ugly and shallow |
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Our lives are a journey confined and narrow |
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We're born alone and we die alone |
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There are heroes among us, but they're all unsung |
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The landscape gives us the best indication |
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That the light at the end of the tunnel, is a gateway to nothing |