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With this ink in my skin we've sealed our fate, |
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and the axe comes early |
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(only naturally) So what does that matter? |
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There's a bed of skeletons waiting for me, |
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on the other side |
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They're waiting for my next move (next fatal breath) |
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Human lives to me seem so unreal, can't see through the fog |
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(nothing past a grey wall) see past the stereotype |
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Belief, structure built up in you. |
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I'll tear you down and the one who created you |
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If they didn't have One how would they act? |
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If we didn't have hope how would we behave? |
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Would they still feel remorse |
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if they slaughtered innocent beings? |
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Or is hope the only thing that keeps you sane? |
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A good friend once told me you are memory |
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without them we equal nothing |
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And all I can see is the place I wanna be |
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Suddenly my life was so free |
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Leaves at my feet, blown to the ground |
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their echoes are reaching my ears |
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Night's coming fast, suns going down |
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But keep away from me... |
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Keep away from me |
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[x4] |
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(It's hard, to keep me in this place, keep away from me) |
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We may have created the beginning, mentally |
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We may have created the beginning, physically |
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To the end of our human existence... |
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I see through you |
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The fear that's in your eyes |
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A good friend once told me we are memory |
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Without them we equal nothing |
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And all I can see is the place I wanna be |
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Timeless my life was so free |
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Leaves at my feet, blown to the ground |
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their echoes are reaching my ears |
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Nights coming fast, suns going down - confused |
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I don't know the answers but neither do you |
